Author: Hoplite0352 (Page 27 of 27)

I’ve decided to throw in the towel on the polyphasic sleep attempt.  I’m finding it’s making me very irritable and I’m not in a place that I can afford to be irritable at the moment.  In a manner, I’ve wussed out, so here’s to hoping that this isn’t simply me rationalizing my failed attempt.

In a previous post I mentioned my intent to avoid even “white” lies in my dealings with people.  For the past several days I found this goal to be rather simple.  I’m already the most honest person I know, (humble too!) so I found that I wasn’t compelled to lie.  Yesterday put me in a position to finally test that.  One of the positive aspects of telling painful truth to a friend is that a good friend can accept it and not hate you in a process.  This is a very good thing to know about someone.  In the end, I feel like our trust has strengthened on account of a negative conversation.  BAMCIS!

Images are up for the first round of coloring for both Serenity and the Mechanical Hound.  Enjoy!

Well, Day 1 is in the books.  I’m not exactly starting this off screaming, but I am going to keep pushing.  I’ve been having a difficult time sleeping just because of recent events on my mind, and this isn’t helping when you’re cutting extra hours out of your day.  During neither of the 2-20 minute naps did I actually fall asleep. I’m readily looking forward to sleep here in 3 hours.

The lack of sleep is already taking a toll on me, though it’s certainly nothing I haven’t pressed through while in the infantry.  I’ve endured considerably worse.

Reville did take some discipline, but the call of Soyuz pulled me to.  Unfortunately, I’m an idiot and woke up at 0630 Pacific, not the actual launch time.  I’ve found my ability to function is already hurting.  My violin practice didn’t go well and I’m finding myself irritable.  But again, I endure.

My intention was to write a post about frontiers.  I’ve been wanting to discuss the topic for a while now, but my brain is sluggish.  I don’t expect that any newfound productivity is going to find me for a week or two at least.  I think the picture sums it up well.

The Reading List is up and garishly formatted.  I’m learning HTML as I go along so bear with me.

All honor to Ray Bradbury and my favorite novel, Farenheit 451:

“The mechanical Hound slept but did not sleep, lived but did not live in its gently humming, gently vibrating, softly illuminated kennel back in a dark corner of the fire house. The dim light of one in the morning, the moonlight from the open sky framed through the great window, touched here and there on the brass and copper and the steel of the faintly trembling beast. Light flickered on bits of ruby glass and on sensitive capillary hairs in the nylon-brushed nostrils of the creature that quivered gently, its eight legs spidered under it on rubber padded paws.

Nights when things got dull, which was every night, the men slid down the brass poles, and set the ticking combinations of the olfactory system of the hound and let loose rats in the fire house areaway. Three seconds later the game was done, the rat caught half across the areaway, gripped in gentle paws while a four-inch hollow steel needle plunged down from the proboscis of the hound to inject massive jolts of morphine or procaine.”

Mechanical Hound

Here it is.  Let’s get this thing kicked up tomorrow.