I used to have a brain once...
This morning I managed to temporarily mislay my (big, bright-orange) notebook.
This raises the question of how it's possible to mislay something big and
bright-orange on a small ship in the middle of the friggin' ocean. I mean,
there are only, like, three or four places it could be, and I looked in all of
them, and it wasn't there. I was starting to think I must've thrown it
overboard in a fit of temporary insanity and then blocked out the memory.
However, a public e-mail appeal for help resulted in somebody finding the
notebook and leaving it for me at my desk in the lab.
Which, of course, leaves me more befuddled than ever, because I can't imagine
where anybody might've looked that I haven't. If I knew who found it, I'd ask
them, but I don't know. And now I keep wondering if they looked inside the
notebook and, if so, whether or not they found, in amongst the calculus problems
and the console operating notes, my outline for the PotC plot bunny. Complete
with bullet points saying things like "And then they have mad passionate
nookie." Somewhere on this ship there may be at least one person who things I'm
a total perverted freak.
(Yeah, yeah, I hear all the comments from the peanut gallery about how somewhere
on the ship there may be at least one person with an accurate impression of my
character.)
I think my brain's gone all fuzzy after three weeks of 12-hour shifts, even
though I've been getting plenty of sleep. It's not just me, either. Lots of
people, particularly newbies like me, have been saying that they're all foggy
and having trouble focusing. The more experienced sailors are much less
affected. Our chief scientist, who's been doing this for thirty years, is as
perky as he was on the first day. Today he actually went into the galley and
baked rolls for dinner. From scratch. For over sixty people. And they
were really good. He's obviously insane, and I wanna grow up to be just like
him.
Despite the general epidemic of brain-fogginess, the work continues to be done,
quickly, neatly and efficiently. We've made up most of the lost time from our
unplanned detour to Kauai, and our data we've gathered is really clean and
high-quality. I'm not quite sure how we're accomplishing all this, but we are.
Less than a week to go before I'm on dry land again. It's going to feel really
weird. I was chatting on AIM with girasole today, and she mentioned
having gone to the Botanical Garden with the family, and I realized that I
haven't seen an actual plant in three weeks.
This raises the question of how it's possible to mislay something big and
bright-orange on a small ship in the middle of the friggin' ocean. I mean,
there are only, like, three or four places it could be, and I looked in all of
them, and it wasn't there. I was starting to think I must've thrown it
overboard in a fit of temporary insanity and then blocked out the memory.
However, a public e-mail appeal for help resulted in somebody finding the
notebook and leaving it for me at my desk in the lab.
Which, of course, leaves me more befuddled than ever, because I can't imagine
where anybody might've looked that I haven't. If I knew who found it, I'd ask
them, but I don't know. And now I keep wondering if they looked inside the
notebook and, if so, whether or not they found, in amongst the calculus problems
and the console operating notes, my outline for the PotC plot bunny. Complete
with bullet points saying things like "And then they have mad passionate
nookie." Somewhere on this ship there may be at least one person who things I'm
a total perverted freak.
(Yeah, yeah, I hear all the comments from the peanut gallery about how somewhere
on the ship there may be at least one person with an accurate impression of my
character.)
I think my brain's gone all fuzzy after three weeks of 12-hour shifts, even
though I've been getting plenty of sleep. It's not just me, either. Lots of
people, particularly newbies like me, have been saying that they're all foggy
and having trouble focusing. The more experienced sailors are much less
affected. Our chief scientist, who's been doing this for thirty years, is as
perky as he was on the first day. Today he actually went into the galley and
baked rolls for dinner. From scratch. For over sixty people. And they
were really good. He's obviously insane, and I wanna grow up to be just like
him.
Despite the general epidemic of brain-fogginess, the work continues to be done,
quickly, neatly and efficiently. We've made up most of the lost time from our
unplanned detour to Kauai, and our data we've gathered is really clean and
high-quality. I'm not quite sure how we're accomplishing all this, but we are.
Less than a week to go before I'm on dry land again. It's going to feel really
weird. I was chatting on AIM with girasole today, and she mentioned
having gone to the Botanical Garden with the family, and I realized that I
haven't seen an actual plant in three weeks.