Archive for August, 2004

Tuesday, August 24th, 2004

If I don’t start sleeping better, I am going to take to swearing even more profusely.

Tuesday, August 17th, 2004

Yet again, I couldn’t sleep. I decided to do something productive. I am discovering that it is difficult to find inspiration while sober these days, but this turned out pretty well. It may be the best sober work of art (excluding digital art) that I have done in the past 5 years, excluding the painting that I did this summer.

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Now I have nothing good to do. I wish I had cable tv to watch. I think I’m going to go have a beer and try going to bed again. Good morning, everyone.

I need REM sleep.

Saturday, August 14th, 2004

Today was a strange day. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I probably only get about 4 good hours of sleep a night on a good night, but most nights aren’t good nights. I’m generally not reaching REM sleep, and when I do, I tend to wake up in the middle of it. I think I made it worse last night by getting completely smashed. I went to bed a little bit after sunrise and I kept waking up every hour or two. I got up at 10 and was still drunk, so I went back to bed. I basically spent the entire day until 6:00 PM laying in bed half-asleep and waking up from time to time. This in itself isn’t so strange, but the semi-conscious dream/hallucinations were.

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Someday, I’m gonna be rev.

Friday, August 13th, 2004

That’s a lie. I will probably never be rev, except in the non-rev pseudo-rev sense.

Floop on this, bizznich.

The teenage guide to being popular rev.

This is incomplete.

Sunday, August 8th, 2004

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I do not feel that I am as good of a person as I should be, about how I just don’t have the internal or external power to be as good a person as I should be, about how other people are not as good people as they should be, and about how it is somehow ok with me for most of them to not be but it is not ok with me for me to not be. I can’t seem to resolve this issue because it involves other issues which I am unable to resolve (most importantly, trying to divine the nature of human existence/awareness). It’s bothering me greatly.

Friday, August 6th, 2004

So, I watched Zoolander again–Yes, it is incredibly stupid, and yes, I still love it anyway–and while watching it, I noticed something awesome: The Little Kings. The band hanging out at Hansel’s pad, The Little Kings, are a band composed of all midget-members. I totally saw them in concert at HFStival 2002, and I got them to sign my t-shirt. (Unfortunately, I got so sweaty that the ink ran and the signatures faded.)

Also, I gained a new motivational phrase: “I care desperately about what I do. Do I know what product I’m selling? No. Do I know what I’m doing today? No… but I’m here and I’m gonna give it my best shot.”

Thursday, August 5th, 2004

i am such an ass. if i hadn’t been so lazy and put off getting the cable hooked up, i could have been watching “time squad” just now.

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004

I REGRET: every breath since early summer 1992