I am a leezard.

If I was a work of art, I would be M. C. Escher's Lizards. I am a bizarre juxtaposition of the real and the unreal. Based in the realm of mathematics, my two-dimensional appearance belies a complex and free-willed behaviour which both delights and confuses people. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

I usually hate these tests, but this was fun. I need fun. It's 0226 and i'm working. What a WEIRD JOB i have.

Seraphic blunderbuss

Now that I am no longer a child, but supposedly an adult (I turn 37 this month), I have actual memories.

What I mean by this is that I can remember distinct parts of my life as stories with beginnings middles and ends, rather than just "everything when I was a kid" and "now", which was the case before.

This is, I suppose, a sign of advancing age. The memory I had today was of using the phone we had when I was a kid, a beige rotary phone with the curly cord that got tangled, no answering machine, and rang with an actual bell. It was very heavy.

And I thought.. wow. That object doesn't even exist in a world where I'm a system administrator doing maintenance on a web server at 3 in the morning via my wireless networked laptop hooked up to DSL.

stuck pig on ice

0712 a.m., deadline of 0500 passed, project not complete, bizarre errors which defy my simple mind. I request permission to sleep, i hope my boss responds before the brain stem takes over and I sleep anyway.

In this state of sleep deprivation everything is interesting: birds tweeting, someone sweeping outside, texture of the sofa. I kind of like the hyper-sensitivity but could do without the pain of exhaustion.

As I said before, I don't have a normal job. Oy.