So last night I may have had my first good sleep in many years, thanks to a CPAP machine I used during a sleep test. I was just diagnosed with severe obstructive sleep apnea, so last night was test #2, to determine whether or not I was a candidate for PAP therapy. I suppose I am, so soon I’ll be Rob Lightner, Cyborg by Night.
My first dream on the Cyborg Channel involved my telling my good pal Bethany Jean that I had just trained my cat to write horoscopes for me, though it was clear that Judas didn’t actually understand what she was typing. So Bethany and I decided to go out for a drink! I can take more dreams like that, please.
Later in the night, I dreamed that Jill’s cat Hamilton was crawling around on her ceiling, and exclaimed that I felt like I was dreaming. No lucidity ensued.
It occurred to me just now that I basically have a sub-blog over on Google Reader, and I encourage you to peruse. When I see something cool but am too lazy to blog it, I share it with a keypress. Some good political stuff, weird science, comics, etc. It should be pretty straightforward – let me know if it’s confusing or hard to deal with. The link remains over there on the right.
I’ve got a bit more spare time (see below), and hope to hit the gym more than a few times per year – so that means I need more prodcasts to drown out the gym music. I adore Radiolab and Planet Money and the rest way down there on the right, but it all adds up to only about five hours per week, which just isn’t enough (I also use them to drown out bus conversations, you see). I insist that you make suggestions in the comments. TIA!
In other news, my primary client just cut my workload down to about 60%, which is manageable, but does not allow me much of a financial buffer. If you know of any animals who need horoscopes written for them, do let me know. Question for 2009: Is poverty slimming?
Stand down, soldier. You’ve served your country well.
Don’t look at this quick comparison of slot machines and voting machines if you want to maintain that positive attitude the coach likes so much.
(Thanks to Unlinkable Tom for the tip.)
Should probably be titled “Things I am surprised do not YET turn up on Google.”
“How to Host a Murder-Suicide”
Check out the sweet Obamicon generator!
(Yes, I made that one myself.)
SO funny:
The next time I see something I think is cute, I will just quietly walk away
from the computer and think about it alone.
The foundation of the Blogger’s Code of Behavior? Time will tell.
(Referent)
You said it, sister