Sleeping Wide Awake, It's the Lateshift With...

02:03 / 14.08.07

Well, 'lo again!

Who's about and what're you about?

02:07 / 14.08.07

Im about. Im in the midst of trying to make another mage comic and doing some photoediting.

02:10 / 14.08.07

Excellent.

I'm on my third I'll wake up now of the day, and hypothetically this one will work for more than an hour. To this end: coffee. Also, chocolate, but I don't think that's any kind of antisoporific.

02:19 / 14.08.07

No, but chocolate, espcially good chocolate is always nice.
Unless you're being held over a vat of motlen chocolate by an evil villain. Like a confectioner of evil.

02:31 / 14.08.07

There are worst situations where you find the only solution is to ignore the heat and eat your way to freedom.

02:42 / 14.08.07

Oh sure, you end up free. But at what price? AT WHAT PRICE???

02:50 / 14.08.07

Same price it always is, when someone asks 'what price' without looking at the tag.

How much you got?

02:52 / 14.08.07

They tag freedom nowadays? So sad.

02:57 / 14.08.07

They tag freedom nowadays?

In America, anyway. But we'll sell and regulate tha sale, abroad.

03:07 / 14.08.07

there goes the neighbourhoods

Dutch

03:14 / 14.08.07

I'm trying to decide whether to have coffee and just skip any sleep for tonight, or to try and ignore the musky toes again in one final attempt at shut-eye.

03:16 / 14.08.07

Hi Phriar.

"Musky toes"? Is that some sort of euphamism that Im not aware of?

03:20 / 14.08.07

Hey. Have coffee. It's good for ya.

Dutch

03:39 / 14.08.07

Venger, it's my lateshift attempt at punning

(mosquitoes)

03:42 / 14.08.07

See, Phriar, I just figured your feet needed a washing.

Dutch

04:01 / 14.08.07

I have this really weird flash of amazing opportunity that only comes to me late at night:

Is your car smelly, but are your tired of hanging and smelling plain old pines inside your car?

Imagine!

"Musky toes" - car freshener

Different scents, Different colours, different toes!

Express your fragrant individuality, with

Musky Toes

04:23 / 14.08.07

That only really works if you activate them with a little blood.

And then it just gets creepy.

Really, I'm thinking I shoulda stood in bed. But, no, another pot a coffee before I go back to sleep, and presumably then I'll be awake enough not to need to. (Maybe I'm ill; would explain absurd head-stuffiness and exhaustion.)

04:42 / 14.08.07

Hi, campers!

I'm having a very odd day. Braindead sleepy zombie boy, saddened by the passing of Mister Wieringo, and elated about some indie comix arriving in the mail.

How's the shifthivemind?

04:47 / 14.08.07

Hey, Papers. Busily trying to remove my head with cups of coffee and get a little writing done of a sort that I'm just against the wall with. Police interrogation, dictated, and it's due but I'm not feeling the vibe at all. Can't even fake it well, mostly because I keep typing the words to Crimson & Clover instead of stuff about being ignorant of any crime and I love police y'know, my old man was kinda like a cop one time when he was a security guard...

04:51 / 14.08.07

Hmm.. What did you write as a warmup?

I got two and a half pages down of the rewrite tonight--starting off with a depiction of the initial violent episode where the monkey ends up dead. It's slow, but it's fun to write the beginning knowing the end...I can put in more stuff which will become relevant later, thread it through more. I've switched points of view - I think I'm going to make the POV rove more in this particularly draft - so I get to play with cranky old man voice.

05:01 / 14.08.07

It's basically a voice thing, right now, holding me back. I'm trying to just roll out some freewritey stuff in the hopes I'll stumble through what I need and I can just cut the rest out, but who knows. It all reads like me, instead of like the character (who, to be fair, doesn't have much of one).

05:26 / 14.08.07

It sounds as though you're getting poor reception from the sea of tongues. As your attorney, I advise you to swivel the knob at the end of your personalized control-tonsil until the emanations are more pleasing.

Truly, I'd like to get some more work done on the rewrite tonight, but I'm quite useless after today. Possibly the vodka mojito has utterly incapacited my higher reasoning functionators. It's all emotional underpants on my head and questioning the logc behind basic building blocks of grammar. I'm favouring the adverbs tonight, heavily, and that's no good. No good at all.

05:42 / 14.08.07

I suspect the world has gone off, today. No one seems on their game and two friends, in two different states, said they called in sick today, despite not really being necessarily.

The atmo's weird or something.

I got it done, though. I needed a facade for them to respond with, so I hit the Southern Belle trope until it wrung out something useful to me. Of course, now I feel a bit sad for the fictional police officer. And by tomorrow I'll have heard why it's not up to snuff from some quarters, no matter how well it reads.

05:48 / 14.08.07

I'm fairly certain I wasn't the only zombie at work today, and my buddy was pretty dead-headed this evening as we "worked." Which meant listening to Kate Bush and drinking mojitos. You know. Work.

Fuck it. Let's have bizarre celebrations.

05:52 / 14.08.07

Part of my sluggishness, was the midday discovery that that horrible cheap brandy I was gifted? Not so bad at about the third or fourth gluglug. And the dog and cat seem determined to define me as sofa at the moment.

Now that the deadliney stuff is out of the picture, I'm a bit refreshed though.

05:54 / 14.08.07

I'm heading to bed. I'll be around tomorrow, probably; only plans as it stands are batteries for my wireless keyboard an' maybe some groceries. Otherwise, I'm writing. Unless I get called in to work, which is a possibility, as I've said I'm free to work on my off-days if they need me. Money is key. And my evening's clean of anything beyond the sweet muse and the Lith.

05:56 / 14.08.07

Night, Papers.

Anybody else who's crashed/split already, without a by your leave.

06:00 / 14.08.07

Night, kiddo. Take 'er easy.

01:18 / 15.08.07

anyone?

01:23 / 15.08.07

I'm here. It's been a fairly quiet day today.

Always good.

Hey.

Stupid workstuff makes me want to I dunno, blow myself up and drop the remains into the ocean, but I'll be around for a bit.

01:32 / 15.08.07

Don't make me dredge the ocean floor to reassemble your remains and reanimate you in crude imitation of life, Decadent. Because I'll do it, and there will damn well be Osiris metaphors involved.