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June 9, 2005
Sparks Brighten the Night
+6 (Sparks del - a new dev)
Again (yes, ad inf), a slow wander along merchant row from train toward house as I puzzle over how to do away with my evening. Getting tired (toward end of day those irresistible blankings began to come on) but don’t know why I can’t just go home and go to bed. I came so close. I kind of even liked the idea, but I think partly a stoppage feels like the start of another long, arduous and eventually failing prospect of quitting. Hard to want to do that embarcation. So Max got called and he said he was about to leave his girls, would arrive in 30-60 mins. I said okay and began to walk toward transpo to The Block but then, in a stunningly rare move, halted abrupted mid-crosswalk and told myself I could at least make one right decision, and I got a Jever instead. Two pts.: 1) says something maybe, I guess, that opting to drink a beer was a hard won right-decision triumph, and 2) I love that beer.
One was enough and I made it home unwilling/-able to stand any longer and fell with a sigh face forward into bed waking up in a blink an hour and a half later and way more sloggy croggy loggy. Then it would have been even easier to stay in bed; I was there, getting up was difficult, it was dark and respectably late enough to retire, Max wasn’t coming. But I wanted to investigate the Max deal, make sure I didn’t sleep through the ringer I turned all the way up and I wanted food maybe. And then the light flicked and burned out when I went to turn it on and I figured I’d better take care of that right away. So chores and snacks and eventually calls.
No answer from Max. Ritty’s phone “not taking calls at this time.” Message on Spark’s Godfather-intro’ed voicemail. He’s willing to deliver but was on errand to Kings Highway. Came soon though and he’s nice and accessible; not hard to understand and coolly distant like the most others to one degree or another. And I cook, having only a couple of objectives tonight and telling myself to set a deadline time for 2-3 hours sleep before another day at work finishing well past day four of no sleep save for the hour+ just blinked off. And then I tell myself I’m wasting my time, I won’t listen to me. And I just keep on going. Like always. And here I have, though I think the cut-off really could&might’ve happened had I not run into crazy bug while entering content into my other little texty web distraction. I was polishing and repurposing some stuff I liked that came out of couple emails in last couple days and then one wouldn’t take. Error sad page not on server. But it wasn’t consistent. Tediously narrowing and investigating and barking up wrong trees and neighboring trees etc and so on, I finally zeroed in on the culprit—and you’re going to think I’m high…and you’d be right…but so am I about what was causing this problem: the proximity and/or syntax (okay I don’t know exactly exactly; after spending so frustratingly long, I was happy enough to get it to go) of an em-dash with another one or two em-dashes. BUT it wasn’t croaking at the spot of the character! So, it was some combo effect, and it was such a pain, being all deceptive like that, throwin’ ventriloquy and shit…
Yes, crack and em-dashes: a great combination!
Worked on some techi-securi schtuff too. And blee blah…
And I only wanted two but got six to make home service agreeable to all involved…
Posted by peligrito at June 9, 2005 6:08 AM
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