semper occultus wrote:I've started really finding myself unable to switch-off til 2 to 2:30 in the morning aswell ...to me it seems closely related to the subliminal strobing of the tv / 'puter
I find my circadian urge to sleep over-whelmed by an itch to channel hop or restlessly surf - nothing productive or rewarding
Yeah, it's a weird thing, almost addiction-like, thinking "there's gotta be something cool here somewhere."
Like channel surfing I guess. There's gotta be something good that I'm missing!
Some comedian said that guys have to rule the remote because they don't want to know what is on -- they want to know what ELSE is on.
I love the night, too. One time when I didn't have air conditioning in my pickup, I had to drive from Los Angeles to Austin, in August, with my dog. To keep her from getting completely cooked, I decided to do it at night. So two days before I left I decided to turn around and just stay up all night. I found myself driving around in the city, looking for all-night coffee shops, and finally drove up the coast to Malibu. Found myself at Zuma Beach as the very faintest first light of dawn started. It was enough light to barely see, but everything off toward the ocean was literally two-dimensional. There was no depth perception at all. I could hear the waves and see them crashing, a bit, but couldn't tell at all how far away, or how big they were. The huge expanse of sand was just a solid blur of color. I started walking into this two-dimensional world. It was one of the strangest sensations ever, literally like walking into a 2D painting. I realized I was at the water's edge when I felt the water at my feet. As it got lighter, the depth perception actually started and I watched the dawn slowly dim up over the cloudy beach. It was awesome.
Of course when I finally did the trip and found a motel to sleep in somewhere in New Mexico or West Texas (can't remember where), I told them to not disturb me because I was going to sleep all day. Of course that was the day their gardeners came, leaf blowers and fucking hedge trimmers right outside my door. Ugly.
"He who wounds the ecosphere literally wounds God" -- Philip K. Dick