Missives from the Technocave » Insomnia

On the Other Side of the Flu

Widge — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:38:18 +0000

Postings have been slow on Needcoffee and stopped altogether on Kicksplode due to Flupocalypse hitting the One Tusk compound. I managed to dodge the worst of it due to taking heroic doses of Vitamin C. How big were the doses on a daily basis? If I had taken the same amount in caffeine in a short amount of time, I'd have killed myself about four times over.

Whatever. It worked. But now I get the exhaustion of insomnia plus the exhaustion of post-illness. Bravo!

A Caffiend's Prayer

Widge — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 12:56:48 +0000

O Caffeine, take me into your loving arms for one more day
Let thy quad venti delivery mechanism
Enter unto me like a divine wellspring
Of eyelids not closing at stoplights.

Let the extra 400mg of you I ingest
Bring reinforcements to your troops
Doing battle against the hordes of fatigue
Seeking to usurp myself and my productivity.

If I should succumb to sleep
If I should descend and then not awaken once more
Let me find myself across the espresso river
Let me have paid the boatman in beans
Let me find unrest at last
In a paradise filled with Red Bull trees
And fountains of Surge and Josta
And all those other drinks that have gone before us.

Let us make little cream and foam hearts
On the surface of eternity.

And then
Let us drink.

Tonight's Beverage of Choice

Widge — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 04:40:25 +0000

I spiked a container of cran-grape juice.

The caffeine content is so high, I poured some into a Disney glass. Sneezy passed out and convulsed.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The Evening Begins

Widge — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 04:14:24 +0000

600mg of ibuprofen. Check.

400mg of caffeine. Check.

Washed down both with a Red Bull. Check.

So. Let's see how much we can accomplish now, yes?

Hi, Honey. I'm Home.

Widge — Fri, 08 Jun 2007 23:29:10 +0000

You Can Have Too Much of a Good Thing

Widge — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 05:39:17 +0000

I mean…holy shit, man.

I thought I consumed a lot of caffeine. Compared to Robbie Williams I am a lightweight. My personal stash of powdered caffeine I add to water would last him a week.

The Problem With Terra Chips

Widge — Wed, 29 Mar 2006 09:29:32 +0000

These are the vegetable chips, of course. I'm digging on their new zesty tomato style which are all orange and deep red and such.

The only trouble is when you eat all the really nice looking chips off the top. If you then peer into the bag you're thinking, "Wait…are these chips? Or potpourri?"

This is the shit I think about at four in the morning. And how was your day?

Marble Mocha Macchiato and The American Way

Widge — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 23:17:41 +0000

Stopped by a Target to check something out…what should I find but a Starbucks. This is not news. What I found novel, however, is what they handed me along with my "venti quad no-whip" marble mocha macchiato. For those of you not well versed in Starbuckspeak, that basically means I got the drink with four espresso shots, in the largest size available, without flagellation.

The bonus bit was a "marble chocolate stir stick," defined as "a blend of Belgian milk chocolate and white chocolate," the idea being that I should stir this into my drink, thus upping the chocolate content therein.

And I thought to myself: yes. This is the American way: have a stick of chocolate to add to this heaping frothy coffee chocolate concoction. Why? Because, dammit, anything worth doing is worth overdoing.

I love this country.

Hey Widge, What Did Santa Bring You For Xmas?

Widge — Sun, 25 Dec 2005 07:40:18 +0000

A Quick Placeholder, Followed By a Coma

Widge — Tue, 27 Sep 2005 07:09:30 +0000

Insomnia is a fucked up thing. Even when you want to sleep, know you really do need to sleep, when you've finally said, "Okay, look, fine, I surrender. I give in. White hanky in the air" it still just sits in the corner and broods, watching you.

I have to sneak up on sleep when I do sleep. I have to dislocate my hip wrestling with it.

Odds and ends. I'm re-reading Imajica. I hardly ever re-read books, simply because I have a pretty solid memory of the books that are worth re-reading and I just go back and access that as necessary.

However, I've picked the Barker back up because of the new one-volume edition with appendix and new illos (I'm such a sucker when it comes to bonus features) and also because I feel the need t0 plunge into something epic. Probably because I'm preparing my brain for the coming of Martin's fourth volume. Probably because Barker and Martin are the only two folks who have really just hit me with an epic that felt…well, epic.

King's Dark Tower series somehow doesn't fit because it seems far too personal an endeavor, and is the rock upon which King built his church. All roads lead to the Tower in King's work, and that just isn't the same. Not in my head, anyway. Tolkien was nice, yes, but it always felt like the really impressive thing that you walked into and looked around a bit, then left–you know, like St. Patrick's Cathedral.

So yes, I want to wade up to my eyeballs in a book and have it slap me around. Hence, Imajica.

Even more odds. The links for Mystics and Desolation over on my right are now Amazon links. Amazon owns Booksurge now, the Amazon prices are corrected and every one you buy helps my sales ranking.

Finally, there's a new LiveJournal, as well as three more Something Odds.

Oh, and I want to say something about writing rules. Not writing rules, mind you, but rules for writing. But not now. Later. This is just a reminder to myself. For now, I'm going to try this sleep bullshit again.

There Was a Fly…

Widge — Wed, 15 Jun 2005 22:31:52 +0000

…in the bathroom this morning, and it was coveting my Red Bull. I knew when I stepped into the shower, it would go for my Red Bull. I had visions of either dealing with a drowned fly in my Red Bull, or a fly hopped up on Red Bull flying around the house, like something out of Joe Cartoon.

So, yeah, I drank my Red Bull in the shower.

What? Don't look at me like that.

The Way I See It #1

Widge — Thu, 02 Jun 2005 13:23:15 +0000

Let's cut right to the chase, shall we?
You're reading this off a Starbucks cup,
which means one of three things: you're
a trendy asshole, you fished the thing
out of the garbage, or you, like me, just
genuinely like Starbucks coffee. If you're
like me, it's early in the morning when
you're reading this, so the last thing you
want is some pseudo-deep crap about
saving the whales or loving your inner
self, not to mention the indignity of being
preached to by a goddamn paper cup.
So let's just not do any of that and say
we did, huh? You're welcome.

– John Robinson
Author of Three Books You
Probably Haven't Read and other
shit on the web

This is the author's opinion, not necessarily that of Starbucks.
If you're a trendy asshole or fished this cup out of the garbage and feel
cheated, go to www.starbucks.com/wayiseeit.

Do You Have Any Idea

Widge — Fri, 27 May 2005 23:42:35 +0000

…how dangerous this is going to be?

I don't think you do.

Found via Boing Boing.

Oh my sweet crispy Jesus.

Widge — Sat, 12 Mar 2005 19:41:40 +0000

As Lord Fanny once said, "Nothing exceeds like excess." I think I'm in love. Click on the pic to go worship.

Found via HGTV.

This just begs for abuse.

Widge — Fri, 11 Mar 2005 17:32:14 +0000

The Chalk Mug.

You could ask Dindrane nicely to tell you filthy things to scrawl on it in Latin.

You could walk around the office with "FNORD" or "FHTAGN" scrawled on it and see who catches it first.

You could draw a chalk outline of your favorite cartoon character.

You could sit in a meeting and every time a particular person says something, just glare at them and make a new ticky mark on the mug–just to unnerve them.

Or more meeting fun…play tic tac toe on it to pass the time. Or Hangman, even.

The possibilities are endless, really.

From Gizmodo and Red Ferret Journal.