Monthly Archives: March 2011

My brain has a mean sense of humour

This morning, I decided that it was a good idea to get an extra hour of sleep and my brain decided it was an awesome idea to play a practical joke on me. Most things translated pretty well into the dream. I had getting up and getting my stuff together on my mind, so that’s what I was doing in my dream; I was cold and have been mad at the weather, which meant my sister was going through all of my clothes trying what to decide what to wear, and I was hungry, which meant that we were planning to go out to breakfast before my class. Somewhere in the chaos of my sister trying on my clothes and a T.V. that doesn’t exist talking to me(yay dreams), I asked my sister what time it was. Turns out, it was 15 minutes after Music Theory ended. Shortly after that, my real-life alarm clock went off, meaning that even as I write this blog post, I have still not missed Music Theory.

But it’s not just “oh, bad thing happens in dream, alarm goes off in real life” that makes me positive that my brain thought that this was hilarious. The alarm didn’t go off instantly after the realisation that I had missed my class. It went off after I had unleashed a two-minute stream of cursing, but before I turned on my sister about her wasting time with my clothes when she’d clearly been dressed when she arrived at my room. So at least my brain likes my sister enough to believe that even an imaginary version of her shouldn’t be sworn at.

12 minutes left.

…and the Green Card goes to me

I used to love playing Apples to Apples. It seemed like the best party game ever, not least because of the judge’s ability to choose any red card he or she happened to like. Any game where a mafia can be described as more mystical than anything else is a good game. Playing with literal-minded people could get a bit irritating, and as I got older more of my fellow players would put down the most boring and obvious nouns for the adjective given. Some rounds that I judged were so frustrating that I threw out all the cards and demanded new ones. I soon discovered that I was able to get away with this about once a game, if I didn’t mind the grumbles of my companions. So for a while I thought that my boredom during my rounds to judge was over.

Now, part of the skill of Apples to Apples is being able to pick up on the sorts of cards your fellow players respond to, and providing them with said cards when they are judging. My love of randomness and creativity in the game had been expressed, but I was not being given the real thing. Instead, I would receive entire stacks of cards saying “brains,” “aliens,” Darth Vader,” “James Bond,” and so on. This was even more boring than the completely literal stacks of previous games. After a few rounds of receiving what felt like the same set of geek buzzword cards again and again, I did my old trick of throwing out the hand and demanding a new one. My companions were more upset than usual. I know I at least threatened to take the adjective card for myself if they couldn’t do better, but I don’t know if I actually did or if the game just ended. It’s not really important. My real problem was that the strategy of the game had gotten so formulaic, it had lost what had appealed to me in the first place. My method of picking cards had never been, “oh, sharks are cool, sharks automatically win.” It had been more along the lines of “oh, the thought of a psychedelic shark makes me giggle, sharks win.” So people who I know who play Apples to Apples, if you pick whichever card amuses you, I will be a lot happier playing Apples to Apples with you. And I think it’s a good idea for the people who I don’t know who play Apples to Apples, too.

49 seconds left.

Sure, why not?

So sometime in the past year I’ve gone from computer-competent to “oh, broken technology that I have no experience with? Sure, I can fix that with tools I’ve never used, why not?” and I’m not exactly sure when that happened. Don’t get me wrong, I have no delusions of being especially knowledgeable about any of this stuff, but the part of me that thinks it’s probably better to not mess with things I don’t understand has shut off.

So far it’s actually worked out pretty well. The job I somehow got in IT has taught me a bit more, and as always, Google is my friend. I haven’t destroyed anything yet. Don’t worry, next week I’m going to be using a soldering iron for the first time, so at least any destruction will be dramatic and not “darn you cats with your static electricity.”

And the best part is, I’m really enjoying it. Whenever I finish working on something, I feel smart and accomplished, no matter how trivial I know it is. I’ve decided to consider something in fixing technology(see, I know the field so well) as a third choice career, after musician and recording studio technician. I like how much working on computers and other technology makes sense, which is something I’ve really needed this past year. I like not being exactly clear on what I’m doing until I’m done with it, and I realise I’ve made the whole thing work out alright.

I forgot to put my timer on. I’m very sorry. I know that the timer is the only reason anyone reads this blog(when I actually post).