3943: Go the F**k to Sleep
Today has gone on for far too long, such that--in "Julie" terms, where a day doesn't end until I get an appropriate amount of sleep--it's really still the 3rd.
I'm not fucking kidding you. This has been as close to literally as possible the LONGEST birthday of my entire life. It's tough to say if it was the worst given the one when my license had a stop put on it, but so many little [and a coupla big] things were disappointing beyond the mere Murphy's Law factor of "high anticipation = greater chance of disappointment"--even subscribing to the Carolyn Hax mentality [which is surprisingly difficult to locate even using Teh Google] that the average adult birthday is pretty much only a day with a higher probability of receiving cake, and not much else. [exception: turning 18/21/55?/65/such "milestone" age that nets benefits specific to age]
I try to be pretty laid back about stuff, but it's like a slap in the face for it to go THIS bad on the one day of the year that's socially expected to somehow magically be better than every other day. I mean, I expect that when feeling entitled to a SPECTAGULAR birthday, not when I just want some Char-lovin' and maybe a nice dinner.
On top of that, Internet service has been spottier than a leopard. That's terrific for my drawing, since I get more done with the computer off [and have been trying to "schedule" self-outages for that purpose], but irritating when I'm trying to do my time-specific things. Granted, those time-specific things are almost all Neojank and trivial, but it pisses me the hell off to take a timed fetch quest only for the connection to go.
I mean, it just died AGAIN as I was typing this. For fuck's sake.
What's sort of icing-on-the-cake fun is this [click pic]:
[note: I have been trying to find a source for that pic beyond the somewhat dubious "from Google images" with no luck. Will try again when my attention span is longer than five seconds--which sounds bad, but when the Internet goes down in that five seconds, what can I do.]
I would've posted it earlier, but I was preoccupied being mad at not being able to fall asleep, though it sounds like his was fairly ridiculed for all his efforts, which just goes to show that even TRYING to have a good time [vs. just being low-key] will net its own problems. Or something to that effect, but today [yesterday] can happily fuck off forever.
Seems like the 5th should traditionally prove better by comparison, but fate seems to have its own ideas. At least having no expectations makes disappointment easier to take. I mean, if I cleaned the basement to FEEL BETTER, that kinda blows chunks.
INTERNET OUT AGAIN! WHAT THE FUCK, COMCRASH.
Besides a Chars-treated lunch [which is already long gone and sadder for being gone], the only worthwhile thing about today was I read through the entirety of Holes between 5a and 7a while trying to make myself tired enough to actually fall asleep. I mean, it's Louis Sachar, so I expected it to be good, but that the movie version stars [a young] Shia LeBeef twisted that idea in my head and contorted it into "LOL SUCKS" somehow.
I also somehow imagined it had to do with sandworms--not sure where that came from, but it's actually mostly realistic with "true story" potential in that "haha God is toying with you silly little creatures" way.
The book starts a little slow, which is how I never finished it before, but [this is completely spoilery, so skip the rest of this post if you don't wanna read that] absolutely every detail is important. The seeming non-sequiturs that flash back to some historical event tie directly into why events that happen in the present day happen. The ridiculousness of the main character's name [Stanley Yelnats IV] being a palindrome is even important, insofar as that their family was so intrigued by the novelty of it that each son received the same name, as their simplemindedness proves to win the game. Even Kate paying Sam in jarred peaches is important, and someone paying attention farther than "I need to get tired" will be able to figure out exactly what happens in the end and why.
It's so well-written for a Young Reader novel that I do want to sit down and watch the movie some time, even despite Shia TheBuff, since Sachar wrote the screenplay, too. Possibly the most challenging element is the [historically accurate] depiction of circa late 1800s-early 1900s racism and the narrator suggestion of, "Whom did God REALLY punish [by blighting the land]?"--a little heavyhanded, but I don't know a better way to write it myself, so okay, supernatural judgement-making.
Hopefully that's long enough to make me zonk out at last, unless I've spontaneously converted to one of those "micro-sleepers" who get rested on, literally, a few seconds of sleep here and there, which is what it feels like I've gotten in the past 36 hours... =_= Gah.
I'm not fucking kidding you. This has been as close to literally as possible the LONGEST birthday of my entire life. It's tough to say if it was the worst given the one when my license had a stop put on it, but so many little [and a coupla big] things were disappointing beyond the mere Murphy's Law factor of "high anticipation = greater chance of disappointment"--even subscribing to the Carolyn Hax mentality [which is surprisingly difficult to locate even using Teh Google] that the average adult birthday is pretty much only a day with a higher probability of receiving cake, and not much else. [exception: turning 18/21/55?/65/such "milestone" age that nets benefits specific to age]
I try to be pretty laid back about stuff, but it's like a slap in the face for it to go THIS bad on the one day of the year that's socially expected to somehow magically be better than every other day. I mean, I expect that when feeling entitled to a SPECTAGULAR birthday, not when I just want some Char-lovin' and maybe a nice dinner.
On top of that, Internet service has been spottier than a leopard. That's terrific for my drawing, since I get more done with the computer off [and have been trying to "schedule" self-outages for that purpose], but irritating when I'm trying to do my time-specific things. Granted, those time-specific things are almost all Neojank and trivial, but it pisses me the hell off to take a timed fetch quest only for the connection to go.
I mean, it just died AGAIN as I was typing this. For fuck's sake.
What's sort of icing-on-the-cake fun is this [click pic]:
[note: I have been trying to find a source for that pic beyond the somewhat dubious "from Google images" with no luck. Will try again when my attention span is longer than five seconds--which sounds bad, but when the Internet goes down in that five seconds, what can I do.]
I would've posted it earlier, but I was preoccupied being mad at not being able to fall asleep, though it sounds like his was fairly ridiculed for all his efforts, which just goes to show that even TRYING to have a good time [vs. just being low-key] will net its own problems. Or something to that effect, but today [yesterday] can happily fuck off forever.
Seems like the 5th should traditionally prove better by comparison, but fate seems to have its own ideas. At least having no expectations makes disappointment easier to take. I mean, if I cleaned the basement to FEEL BETTER, that kinda blows chunks.
INTERNET OUT AGAIN! WHAT THE FUCK, COMCRASH.
Besides a Chars-treated lunch [which is already long gone and sadder for being gone], the only worthwhile thing about today was I read through the entirety of Holes between 5a and 7a while trying to make myself tired enough to actually fall asleep. I mean, it's Louis Sachar, so I expected it to be good, but that the movie version stars [a young] Shia LeBeef twisted that idea in my head and contorted it into "LOL SUCKS" somehow.
I also somehow imagined it had to do with sandworms--not sure where that came from, but it's actually mostly realistic with "true story" potential in that "haha God is toying with you silly little creatures" way.
The book starts a little slow, which is how I never finished it before, but [this is completely spoilery, so skip the rest of this post if you don't wanna read that] absolutely every detail is important. The seeming non-sequiturs that flash back to some historical event tie directly into why events that happen in the present day happen. The ridiculousness of the main character's name [Stanley Yelnats IV] being a palindrome is even important, insofar as that their family was so intrigued by the novelty of it that each son received the same name, as their simplemindedness proves to win the game. Even Kate paying Sam in jarred peaches is important, and someone paying attention farther than "I need to get tired" will be able to figure out exactly what happens in the end and why.
It's so well-written for a Young Reader novel that I do want to sit down and watch the movie some time, even despite Shia TheBuff, since Sachar wrote the screenplay, too. Possibly the most challenging element is the [historically accurate] depiction of circa late 1800s-early 1900s racism and the narrator suggestion of, "Whom did God REALLY punish [by blighting the land]?"--a little heavyhanded, but I don't know a better way to write it myself, so okay, supernatural judgement-making.
Hopefully that's long enough to make me zonk out at last, unless I've spontaneously converted to one of those "micro-sleepers" who get rested on, literally, a few seconds of sleep here and there, which is what it feels like I've gotten in the past 36 hours... =_= Gah.