Showing posts with label sleep or the lack thereof. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep or the lack thereof. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

INSERT VULCAN SALUTE HERE→.......

Leonard "Spock" Nimoy and William "Kirk" Shatner are totally my favorite jews ever!


A couple of months ago I was hanging out with my mom and it was around 4 in the morning and there was nothing on tv, so we made the conscious decision to watch an entire episode of star trek on BBC2. It was the first time ever for the both of us to watch star trek. Well...
We tried, we really tried but 15 minutes in the show my mom asked: 'Are there people who actually watch this show?!....But nothing ever happens!'.
I told her about the whole trekkie phenomenon and that this tv show was more or less a religion. There was a silence and then my mom adjusted her sitting, made a very serious face and said with a great determination in her voice: 'Well then we mustn't give up!'
So yeah, by this time all hope was lost and I just cracked up and was in tears, laughing my ass of throughout the rest of the show. With a climax of laughter when the episode ended and the BBC surprised us with jet another episode.

I strongly recommend all men to stop reading this post from here on cause really, it was just one of those 'women at their most obnoxious behavior ' which includes hysterical laughter, speaking with a squeaky voice 2 octaves higher than normal, giggles about nothing, weird faces, a lot of 'ahhhhh-hahaha-oehhh-hahaha', and worst of all, piggy snorts. Pretty much all those things that make you go: 'Bitch please.'

Anyways highlights of the episode where a black man with a glass alice band covering his eyes walking around with a purse (One of those 80's purses with one long strap that carry on one shoulder and the purse will be at hip hight). One guy that was a bit 'slow' and kept messing up every time the ship would hit a space-bump or something, so everyone else would star shaking and holding on for their dear lives and he would not start moving till he saw the others move. And then there was me jumping 6 feet in the air when I thought my mom farted and it turned out to be the sound a space door makes when it opens.



NixX (who apparently found a life and has decided to quit blogging) and I spoke about my first star trek experience and I asked her how it's possible for such a boring show to have so many fans. And NixX said:
'That's exactly why people like it, it's life. It's just as boring as real life. You'll travel far and wide just to find that there's nothing there and it's just as boring as where you came from. You'll meet some men that don't have human emotions on the way and then some men that can't act. After that you'll end up with a guy that speaks a language you don't understand and has a huge wrinkly forehead that just keeps getting bigger and bigger till he's bald. Plus it shows that in a 100 years, work attire will still look ridiculous and that even if you work in outer space and you're the captain, you're still required to wear an ugly ass uniform.' .....or something along those lines.


It was fun but I don't think I'll ever watch another star trek episode again in my life. Really, it's boring beyond believe. But I love trekkies or trekkers or just 'people that are really into star trek', and today I watched a documentary about Trekkies, cleverly named: Trekkies. And for some reason it really worked on my maternal instinct and it made me go: 'aaawww that's adorible!' all throughout the documentary. Those cast member are so sweet! Especially DeForest "Bones" Kelley , who passed away in 1999, tells some great stories and James "Scotty" Doohan, who died in 2005, also comes of as a great guy.

Anyway, if you haven't seen it already go watch it now, it's funny, sweet and a bit uncomfortable at times but really worth your time even (especially) if you're not into star trek. Honestly those star trek people are really just a bunch of peace lovin' hippies.










William Shatner - Common People


NERO

Monday, April 28, 2008

WRITERS BLOCK....



I swear to god, I'm never going to therapy again...





edit- I always thought these where the most romantic lyrics ever but that's because I misheard:

I aways come to find you
Always hear you cry
across my wooden leg
and I swear on my glass eye
I will never leave you high and dry
never leave you loose
It's harder to get rid of than tattoos

Still a great song though...I just liked what I heard better...


NERO

Saturday, March 1, 2008

THE PERMANENT JET LAG


I 'suffer' from DSPS, what basically means that I'm to lazy to get up in the morning and to afraid of the dark to close my eyes at night. I've tried to get into the 'normal' routine, trust me. I've tried it North Korean all the way.
Wake 'Normal' people up at 7:00 for 3 weeks and eventually they will get tired somewhere between 21:00 and 01:00. My biological clock however does not adjust itself, wake me at 7:00 and I'll be tired all day till about 22:00. This will be the turning point and it's around this time that I will start to get active again. And this will eventually result in midday breakdowns and 38 hour days.
But I tried...And after 25 exhausting (and drug free I might add) days, I went back to the doctor who basically told me I looked like shit and that I should get some sleep.

What do I do at night in the city that always sleeps? I used to go for a nice nighttime walk....but that was before I moved to a neighborhood where the police turns on their siren just to drive through it. So I surf the world wide web, I read, I write, I play piano, I take 3 hour baths, I practice Italian, I dance, I iron, I stare at my pores, I play bass, I study Japanese or I try to learn how to juggle with 3 apples and one orange.
But most of the time I just lie in the dark smoking one cigarette after another while listening to this:








Red Garland-Please Send Me Someone to Love

So it's now 10:36 on a lame Sunday morning and after posting this I'm going to fold some more laundry, put on my pink sleeping mask and then get some sleep.

Have a great day people!


NERO