Line Crushes and The Imp of the Perverse
My brain is dumb, but it protects me.
I have a lot of things due right now, from proposals to prop newspapers to annual reports, but can't remember all the details at the same time. You might think a calendar would help, but the act of seeing my entire schedule of deadlines and commitments laid bare before me would surely cause a cascade of collapsing quantum states that would end with me missing all the deadlines and having a panic attack.
Best not to know.
Leave some wiggle room for improvisation.
That's what I did on Saturday evening at Six Flags; we'd all gone out to swap into pullovers and my brain told me to leave and head in to office to work on items due. After all, we now have our season passes for 2015 and for this year's new Holiday in the Park event... plenty of time later to ride stuff.
Lots of opportunity for future line crushes; you know, that cute girl with the big hair you develop a crush on as you keep passing each other as the line zig zags toward the ride, yet you never manage to meet her and wouldn't know what to talk about if you did!
I'm still in the 2nd Book of The Baroque Cycle and can confirm that it's pure history porn, and that Half Cock Jack Shaftoe (and his tendency to roar off into the worst sorts of decisions, blaming it on The Imp of the Perverse, who sits atop his shoulder) is my favorite fictional character.
Read it, if you think you're smart enough ;P
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I have a lot of things due right now, from proposals to prop newspapers to annual reports, but can't remember all the details at the same time. You might think a calendar would help, but the act of seeing my entire schedule of deadlines and commitments laid bare before me would surely cause a cascade of collapsing quantum states that would end with me missing all the deadlines and having a panic attack.
Best not to know.
Leave some wiggle room for improvisation.
That's what I did on Saturday evening at Six Flags; we'd all gone out to swap into pullovers and my brain told me to leave and head in to office to work on items due. After all, we now have our season passes for 2015 and for this year's new Holiday in the Park event... plenty of time later to ride stuff.
Lots of opportunity for future line crushes; you know, that cute girl with the big hair you develop a crush on as you keep passing each other as the line zig zags toward the ride, yet you never manage to meet her and wouldn't know what to talk about if you did!
I'm still in the 2nd Book of The Baroque Cycle and can confirm that it's pure history porn, and that Half Cock Jack Shaftoe (and his tendency to roar off into the worst sorts of decisions, blaming it on The Imp of the Perverse, who sits atop his shoulder) is my favorite fictional character.
Read it, if you think you're smart enough ;P
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