Either I slept funny or something, because… ow. I usually fall asleep face-down with much pillow-hugging and lately have been waking up on my side (facing Dinah, who is on a table just beyond the pillows/topside, because ninja laptops supply music or other background noise) and with my legs hanging off the edge, which is usually a big no-no because normally I can’t lie like that without ohgodbackpain after a minute or so.

And now today I wake up with plenty of it. I could chug some advil but it’d take just as long for it to kick in than if I were to just wait it out.

TL;DR VERSION: WTF MY BED IS TRYING TO KILL ME.
(Then again, a full-size bed for a 25-year-old is too small. I have no idea how my brother can put up with that and he’s even taller.)

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Some dudes from Organizing for America (aka the old Obama campaign) called about an hour ago asking about a health care story I had posted in reply to one of their calls for public input. They were asking if anything had changed, and for consent to send it to D.C., I’m presuming so the President can personally read it because aside from being paraded around on the White House website and such, I’m not sure what more could be done with it. ^_^;

But, if it ends up being even a little helpful in prompting a cleanup of this massive mess that is the American health care system, why not?

Of course, this just HAD to remind me of my silly pipe-dream in which I’m summoned to the White House to draw the First Family much in the style of my goofy political Ramen pieces (like PUNDIT BRAAAAAWL!). Because you know that would be epic awesome.

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Speaking of arts, I am so overdue for another bar scene piece.
I have this weird fixation on groups of otherwise-semi-normal people being really silly… hence, bar scenes*, politicians/pundits playing video games and the like. The latter is a little more, er, “dangerous” because I risk incurring the wrath of my more conservative peers for the sake of lulz, but the payoff tends to be worth it.
These pieces take so long to do because there are so many people involved, but considering the end result… >:D

The great irony of my fixation of bar scenes and beer humor? I’ve never consumed any kind of alcoholic beverage, nor do I intend to. Not so much because of a dislike of it… more like lack of interest. Go figure.

You know, the more I think about it, the more I can’t wait until Tuesday’s power outage, if only because I get to raid the library all day. I mean, I’m already searching the book database for the weird stuff I can remember coming across while working in rear Circulations to make sure they’re in stock. (I won’t bother putting holds in, they’re so obscure that most of ‘em I’ve only encountered once.)

This is, of course, on top of the fact that I’ll have Dinah and access to free wireless, and I’ll have my tablet on me… >_>;

Problem is, the library doesn’t open until 10… d’oh! Well, uh… I wonder if I could prod mother into leaving a little bit earlier– I’ll buy us breakfast at the nearby IHOP or something! I don’t want to be in a powerless-house any more than I have to… at the very least, the “silence” of snoring bulldogs is enough to drive someone insane. x.x I’ll probably sap the battery on my Zen before that happens (since I can recharge it through Dinah later).

Yoshi = TOTALLY overthinking the whole thing. (And how!)

SO on Tuesday, SoCal Edison is going to shut off the power here pretty much all day for maintenance. Booooo! Mother has decided that this means I get booted from the house for the day and told me to pick someplace to hide, preferably somewhere that has air conditioning and is in reasonable walking distance of food. (Mother’s trying to find a bar that she can dump Evil Stepfather at… XDDD This needs to not make me imagine a Simpsonized Evil Stepfather yukking it up at Moe’s. )

Fontana library is my first choice, because for the longest time I’ve been meaning to haul Dinah and camp the general nonfiction section to dig up all the weirdest stuff I can find for the day. (When you work in Circulations, you find books on the most oddball subjects. And I do mean REALLY oddball.) That and it has free wireless that DOESN’T block YouTube and such. While power outage means no Slingbox access– dammit, this is one of those times in which I wish I had Verizon MobileTV — there is, of course, YouTube and Hulu/Sling.com, and I’m going to cram as much of my Simpsons torrents as Dinah’s hard drive will allow. >_>;

That reminds me, I need to steal back my bluetooth headphones from Robert. @_@

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Also hi today is mother’s birthday and… I think the 3rd anniversary of me getting my A+ certification? (I intentionally took the exam on mother’s birthday because I could never remember if it was the 27th or 28th.)

Her loot (which is part of my most recent ThinkGeek order) won’t get here until next week… but, uhm… I’ll figure out something? Probably having to do with food, since lately I seem to be picking up on that end. Dammit, I wish I had use of the Yoshi Car right now.

WTF, yo. I transferred downstairs because my internets went out, and piped my cable stream to the Slingcatcher so I could watch Countdown while waiting for food… and after that, I was going to go back upstairs since internets came back, but I was waiting on a commercial to do the switch.

One extremely bizarre dream later (something involving a mass bus transport of old high school and college acquaintances to the Montclair mall food court for a bigger-than-Xbox pizza party, even though everything else suggested that some big disaster had just happened that demanded massive evacuations), and I wake up to my cat curling up next to me… and Morning Joe is on the TV. Oh CRAP. o_o;; Did I really sleep through the entire evening? Argh…

Additionally this is a not-so-subtle reminder of how much my own bed SUCKS.
Take this for reference: Lately I’ve only been able to get about 4-5 hours a night there, and I wake up in weird positions, like… rotated counter-clockwise so I’m all scrunched up against the wall? WTF. Or I’m sitting up and… why am I brushing my hair? And like yesterday, it took being touched by my cat to fully revive me.
I mean, I know my mattress is pretty freaking old, half of it’s sunken from years of sleeping primarily on one side (and, yes, because I’m a blubbertard, but I’d like to think that it’s not possible to INSTANTLY cause these things), but… wow. o.O I’m getting a pretty crappy quality of sleep here, and while my weight is surely a factor (I really am trying to figure out a fix for this at least on the activity side of things, one that DOESN’T open me up for massive amounts of mother’s drama queenery), my bed isn’t innocent either. Of course, like most furniture-related matters here, I’ve gotten the shaft with my bed, too.

In a perfect world, I’d have something like the gigantic, bigger-than-kingsize guildmaster bed in Ragnarok TWILIGHT. Canopy with purple sheets and all that, and a curtain, hell yeah. But, sadly, such a thing would never fit into my room, not even if I had pushed to have mine merged with the almost-never-used guest room when the house was being built.

Side note: I seem to have this thing about… enclosures within enclosures or something. Canopy beds, yes, but also tents. Why, just a few days ago I was looking through the camping section of R.E.I. and I caught myself nearly drooling over the gigantic tents and considering buying one just to store in the Yoshi Car in case I get stranded in the middle of nowhere or something. I thought this was influenced by a particular scene in RT involving tents, only to remember that I’ve always had this weird fixation.

Memories of reference: as a kid, in addition to the usual “yay pillowforts and blanket forts!” thing that nearly all kids partake in at some point… well, because I wanted a canopy bed so much but we couldn’t really fit one in my room, the next best thing I could get was a bunk bed with the upper bed almost never used, so I would actually tuck half of a blanket between the upper mattress and the lower frame and pretty much make my own curtain of sorts. I think I kept this up until I got my own TV midway through 8th grade. :P Also, in just about every Universe that I either wrote or have considerable influence in, the main character has a canopy bed or something resembling one. I think currently the only exception is Black Star, simply because circumstances there would have made it impossible without a bunch of needless plot hole-fu.

I’m sure Pigeon or someone with an eye for psychology could yank out some extremely technical explanation for my “space within a space” thing. Or, more likely, there’s some really simple explanation that I’m overlooking BECAUSE it’s that simple and I’m a dork for trying to make it more profound than it really is. One thing’s for sure… whenever I get the hell out of here and into my own space, I’m freaking commissioning a carpenter or someone to construct my ultimate bed. o_o

Oh, where was I? Ah, yes… I need a new bed. Or at least, a new mattress. I’ll have to once again put off ambitions of upgrading to a canopy in favor of something that won’t have me shifting positions or waking up in weird places or something… also I only have $2700 available and I need to make that last until January (unless spoony pigheads actually give me back the contents of my Magic Coin Block that I repeatedly bludgeoned to save his ass… well, I was just going to write that off as a one-way thing but he insists on paying it back, so I gotta play the part :P) so it can’t be TOO expensive. Hm. Somewhat tempted to go with that NASA-grade foam-core stuff this time, depending on how much it costs. Also the ability to adjust/recline might actually be awesome, considering how easily I fall asleep on couches and chairs.

I keep recalling bits of a commercial for that freaking store that sells all kinds of beds. WTF. I’ve practically the announcer’s script memorized and yet I can’t remember the name of the store! ARGH. He rattles off a list of brands (Sealy, Spring-air, Serta, blah blah blah) and at the end “our advertised price or your mattress is freeeeeee!” Yet the name of that bloody store eludes me. BOOOO.

…Hi, long post is looooong. Might go back to sleep until noon-ish, when I need to shower and such because today is Thursday and thus library service. This I could probably get away with my actual bed for, since it’s crappy quality will, again, at most give me 4-5 hours at a time. :P

That green armchair downstairs is dangerous. I fall asleep in it waaaaay too easily. >_>;; I ended up sleeping all day after going downstairs for food, only to wake up in time for the “In the Year 3000” skit on Conan. (Oh NBC, I love you for posting at least the skits ASAP.)

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Okay… I love my Slingbox, and have it running on my secondary monitor pretty much all the time when I’m on Blastoise, but sometimes (read: most weekends) there is crap for stuff to watch on TV, and even YouTube is failing to catch my interest.

As much as I hate my mother’s use of Netflix for mass DVD piracy, I DO like the online streaming option… and because it doesn’t clash with her Roku box, I’ve pretty much free license to raid her account for browser streaming as much as I want. Yum, Starz Play, for one thing… but, dude, I like to raid the TV section. Law and Order SVU, hell yes!

…and then I stumble upon something… one that leads to the reasoning behind this post’s titles. Now, anyone who knows me will also know I have the WEIRDEST TASTE IN MOVIES (ETC.) EVER. (Disaster movies and B-grade sci-fi flicks, weee) Welp, a couple days ago I’m ferreting around the TV section to see if any new SVU boxsets had been posted… and I instead find pretty much all of Hercules and Xena, save for a few things redacted to get you to actually rent the discs. :P

Holy crap. These were, like, two of the very few TV shows Robert and I could ever agree on watching. (We didn’t have separate TVs until around ’98.) And as campy as they are, that was a huge part of the charm. Of course I have to watch these. And if my spoony brother actually used an IM program– seriously, I need to prod him into letting me slap Hamachi on his box, at the very least so we can pass WoW patches between our boxes– I would totally be all “OMG LOOK” about this. :P

In hindsight, Robert was right about how the later seasons became mega-weak, but I was too stubborn at the time to listen. >_>;;;

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