You know, I'm not even sure that's a word. Recursive, precursors; it definitely sounds like it should be, and I can see a meaning for it. Behaviour patterns or habits or ideas or even items that keep showing up in the same situation. Because you're a human, and you crave a known context, and half the time you reach a milestone you celebrate by reaching for a touchstone. And yeah, you can beat your habits to death--maybe, if you can bring yourself to wield very sharp rocks against that particular part of your psyche--but you don't. Why would you? They're not bad, they're just... comfortable. And maybe they bog you down a little. Maybe they ground you. It's hard to check, like pulling out your liver and lights just to see how they fit in to your abdomen, find out where they begin and end because they're so neatly packed into you that you can't tell.
It's been an odd morning, already. Not much sleep. (In fact, if you want to get technical, morning included a Tim Horton's coffee cake sometime past midnight.) Worked a little on NPCs for the LARP. Had a bad dream about zombies, which is a first--don't get me wrong, I appreciate their significant role in horror fiction, but I've never actually had a bad dream about zombies before. Normally they're just there. Got up after about four hours and change of sleep. I'm not really feeling tired, and I'm not sure why.
tomtherat mentioned once that it was possible to train yourself into needing less sleep, but the process he described sounded rather more painful than anything I've noticed myself going through. Maybe it was just a good (half-)night's sleep before the dream.
Fans! continues, and it looks like the GraphicSmash/GirlAMatic archives have recovered from the crash. Am much relieved. The Stiff is continuing on its merry way, and I've got the nagging fear that the current WACOM tablet picture I'm working on is looking way way too much like Jason Thompson's art. It's probably just the fact that I've still got the hard-n-fast black outline on the face. (I really like this story. It's about a bunch of teenagers--and repression, auto-damnation, zombies, death, fun stuff like that--and yeah, they're going through high school and behaving about the way you'd expect, and yet something about the way he writes and draws makes me remember what it felt like. Maybe I just don't want to admit I'm getting old.)
New R.S.I. will be up later today. There, I've said it. Now I'd better do it.
Today, I am reminded that I is for Ida who drowned in a lake. I will go and contemplate all the ways in which this is appropriate to the subject of stuck patterns of behaviour, and how we find ourselves acting by reflex--thinking by reflex--instead of actually, you know, doing what we consciously want to do.
(It's a very large, dark lake.)
It's been an odd morning, already. Not much sleep. (In fact, if you want to get technical, morning included a Tim Horton's coffee cake sometime past midnight.) Worked a little on NPCs for the LARP. Had a bad dream about zombies, which is a first--don't get me wrong, I appreciate their significant role in horror fiction, but I've never actually had a bad dream about zombies before. Normally they're just there. Got up after about four hours and change of sleep. I'm not really feeling tired, and I'm not sure why.
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Fans! continues, and it looks like the GraphicSmash/GirlAMatic archives have recovered from the crash. Am much relieved. The Stiff is continuing on its merry way, and I've got the nagging fear that the current WACOM tablet picture I'm working on is looking way way too much like Jason Thompson's art. It's probably just the fact that I've still got the hard-n-fast black outline on the face. (I really like this story. It's about a bunch of teenagers--and repression, auto-damnation, zombies, death, fun stuff like that--and yeah, they're going through high school and behaving about the way you'd expect, and yet something about the way he writes and draws makes me remember what it felt like. Maybe I just don't want to admit I'm getting old.)
New R.S.I. will be up later today. There, I've said it. Now I'd better do it.
Today, I am reminded that I is for Ida who drowned in a lake. I will go and contemplate all the ways in which this is appropriate to the subject of stuck patterns of behaviour, and how we find ourselves acting by reflex--thinking by reflex--instead of actually, you know, doing what we consciously want to do.
(It's a very large, dark lake.)