September 18th, 2006

Mark!

Forward Date

Thoughts on this gentle autumn eve:

- My sister's last show went up in Vancouver this afternoon, so I've taken down the intro post that I don't think was ever read by anyone who actually saw the show.

- I always get to the end of the day and start thinking, "I haven't brushed my teeth since this morning." It's really not that long when you think about it. I'm actually worrying more about the going-to-bed aspect. If you brush your teeth in the morning, hey, no problem! You're just goin' about your day. But when you brush this late, you're buying yourself a ticket on the sandman's train. And it really kills the groove on late night snacking. "Oops, can't eat this, I've already brushed my teeth." So I keep putting it off, except I can't go to bed without brushing my teeth, so I stay up. Could all of my late night escapades be summed up by a single theory of dental hysteria? I wonder.

- I have no idea how I write more than 500 words at a time. I open up essays or stories, and I cannot remember how I put that many words into one thing without getting bored with the project or drawn off into a tangent. And yet, I'm clearly capable of it. Where does that surge of text even come from? What mindset was I locked into that kept me running so long? Could all of my late night escapades be summed up by a single theory of grand-scale storytelling? I wonder.

- I was putting some tags on an entry recently, and I used a semicolon instead of a comma. LJ thought it was some sort of new tag, a deranged hybrid of sorts. Part of me wants to reinvent my tags so that one of them has a semicolon in it, and part of me wants to look up the escape code for the comma so I can see if I can circumvent the system. Could all of my late night escapades be summed up by a single theory of my demand for, nay, my romantic entanglement with bizarre quirks?

I wonder.