When I'm Tired.
I do interesting things when I am at the point where I nod off, but I'm still concious enough to reply to people on IM. Well, one thing I HATE about xanga is that all postings are in eastern time, so when I get home from work, I have to pretty much immediately make an entry so it can have the current time and date stamp on it. I'm crazy like that. I sometimes make a private entry, put a hint of what it is going to be about, and leave it to where I can write it without the guilt of time running out (Xanga does not let you backdate). For example, I might write:
Stuff about Wall*Mart
Today I ran into a couple talking about "safe intercourse" things outloud.
That's it. That's all I do, then I go edit it, it will still have the time stamp it had when I first created it, so in theory, if I started an entry on Friday at 11:27 pm, I might make a quick note, privately post it, then edit it soon after, even if its early Saturday, it will still have the Friday time on it. What does this have to do with sleep?
I came home from work Tuesday night, really exhausted. Long night. I started an entry, and was going to follow through on it, but I was nodding off. I had a wiz bang of an idea too. I woke up a few hours later, looked at the screen, and this is what I saw:
Whatever Happened to...
..............exactly. I sat there, for quite a while, contemplating on what this meant. "Whatever happed to the radio?" What does that mean? I had no clue, but it was the best entries I had planned in a long time. Yet, I had no clue what my very tired self meant. Finally, I just gave up, because that phrase means nothing to me. I mean I just built a radio, but it's nothing to blog about. I rarely have my radio on because of talk shows in the morning, but that wasn't it either.
Just picture an awesome entry in your mind, and go on with you life, and think "Wow, that The Allengator had a wiz bang of an entry, and it really made me think. I'm going to write to my congressman about whatever happend to the radio."
And internet meme is born.
The (very confused) Allengator