In the end, Bored beats Famous.

Ah, boredom.  If you’re not polyphasic, you’ve probably whiffed it now and again; if you are polyphasic, you’ve learned to hate and fear it as a formidable enemy.  For, even once you’re adjusted, getting good and bored reeeeal late at night can be just icky.  Even if you aren’t physically tired, you’re staring at the clock at 11 p.m. with, say, two hours left until bedtime, and nothing much to do…and sleep just starts to sound nice.  Easy. 

On a personal note (y’know, because the Internet needs more personal notes), I was bored a lot as a child, so boredom has been a nemesis of mine for quite a while.  I have many, many ways around it, but unfortunately I’m human, so sometimes I get stuck with it anyway.  Sometimes, say, it’s late on a Tuesday night and I’m already overexposed to the computer, mom’s got the TV, and a raging case of poison ivy is making it tough to do much of anything else.  (Blessedly it stops at the wrists, so I can type.  …Figures it would find a way to make sure I didn’t need a day off work, though!)

Anyway, at such times, you become glad that you have the Internet to blather at.  Hi, Internet!  I’m bored!  Have a picture!  (It’s part of a foreign sign, courtesy of Engrish.com)

What a wonderful sentiment.  If only!

…In other not-very-newslike-news, someone from the building I work in caught me today and asked why I’m always going to sleep in my car.  I gave the short version, and nothing major happened, but I’ll confess, when he first said something, I was initially terrified.  I’m starting to wonder how long until I run into someone who’s heard of this, and I have to fess up to this being my blog.  o.0

I confess, under such circumstances, I may lie.  Or run away.  There’s a reason the ‘Net and I get along so well:  It lets me shoot my mouth off without coming out of the corner.  Every nerd’s dream.  (Make no mistake, generally I’m very loudmouthed for a nerd, but that’s just because shooting my mouth off is so often the stronger of the two desires.  Here, in Magic Diginonymous Land, I can have both!)

So there, you’ve been warned:  If you ever find me (now I feel like a living version of Where’s Waldo?), just don’t say anything.  Or say something benign, like, "Hey, aren’t you that nerd who used to sit in the back of the really rowdy club in Detroit and take notes while everyone else got their freak on?".  I would happily fess to that.  ;)

Okay, ya’ll have helped me kill enough time now — I can read for the rest, or, worst comes to worst, pull out my sword and reclaim the TV.  I’m almost done with the first episode of the Xenosaga game, darnit, and the suspense is…well, confusing me.  But in a good way.