
veector |

The Jade wrote:... and when I do poke my head in to reconnect someone seems to quickly take a shot at me.*takes a shot at you*
Calm down Frost! This ain't Alaska and you don't have an air-wolf-hunting license! Airwolf Hunting? Err... helicopter wolf-hunting license that is!

The Jade |

Nuts as it sounds, I'm still up and I've been mixing Open Design podcast all day and on the phone with Healy.
I don't feel tired. It's more like I lost a pillow fight and kept my eyes open in a sandstorm. I guess I'm going to finish this episode before I drop tonight. So long as my heart doesn't stop suddenly, I feels like a not too bright superhero at 31 1/2 hours awake.
Back when I did the first Atomic Array podcast I kept getting errors but the show HAD to come out on July 4th, 2008. So I stayed up for 40 hours. It was much harder that time.
When does does everything get all Trainspotting on me? I'm waiting for the ceiling babies.

The Jade |

Joshua J. Frost wrote:Maybe it's that dewy-eyed thing that Jade seems to love so much?The Jade wrote:Who thinks my next line will be, "Could I love him any more?"There's a substance leaking from my eyes. Should I seek medical attention?
That's me. Half man, half wolf, half hummingbird, half bad mathematician.

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When does does everything get all Trainspotting on me? I'm waiting for the ceiling babies.
Crazy little sidenote here, when I stay up for more than two days, I usually start hearing disembodied voices, but they aren't talking to me, they are carrying on really deep conversations with each other that I can hardly follow. It is like listening at the keyhole of a room where philosophers and sages are discussing the meanings of existance and life. Very strange, yet enlightening.

Stebehil |

Crazy little sidenote here, when I stay up for more than two days, I usually start hearing disembodied voices, but they aren't talking to me, they are carrying on really deep conversations with each other that I can hardly follow. It is like listening at the keyhole of a room where philosophers and sages are discussing the meanings of existance and life. Very strange, yet enlightening.
Small wonder - stay without sleeping too long, and you start to hallucinate. And more than two days is "too long". It is not for nothing that sleep deprivation is counted as torture if used on prisoners.
Stefan

Wolf Munroe |

Why do people with Wolf in their names decide to tee off on me so routinely?
What did -I- do? If I did something to you, I don't remember. If I didn't do something to you, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired!
Or something. I can't remember what movie that's from.
On a related note, I'm pretty certain that I'm an undiagnosed insomniac, which is why I dislike 9 to 5 jobs so much. When I have no other schedule to conform to, I occasionally adopt 36 hour periods of wakefulness followed by 12 hours of sleep. I'll go 36 hours awake, 12 hours asleep, 36 hours awake, and then sleep for 18 or 20 hours. Then I might have a week or so where I sleep all day and stay up all night (or actually follow an almost normal cycle of being up all day and sleeping at night), then my pattern will go off-kilter again because I don't go to bed and instead end-up staying up a day, a night, and another day, or vice versa.
This is much more likely to happen if there's something holding my attention. If I'm not doing something interesting, I'm more willing to surrender to sleep. When I say "surrender," I mean it. At least part of the time, I don't stay awake because I'm particularly alert, I stay awake because I'm compelled to stay awake even in spite of the fact that I'm tired.
I'm tired right now. I should go to bed. I probably won't.

The Jade |

Perhaps because I’d finally finished mixing a podcast, perhaps because I’ve got a thing for symmetry, I fell asleep at 36 hours in. Eleven hours of sleep and I woke up feeling like the sandman ruffied me. Next to me, a rape kit with a happy face sticker on it. If anyone sees the sandman… hold him for me.
Those come when you kick that filthy heroin habit. Until then it's human-consuming toilets for you.
<G> Rumor has it that was actually a mimic with really poor hygiene.
Who has two thumbs and wings The Jade with a .50 cal?
Even knowing what was coming, I laughed aloud.
Crazy little side note here, when I stay up for more than two days, I usually start hearing disembodied voices, but they aren't talking to me, they are carrying on really deep conversations with each other that I can hardly follow. It is like listening at the keyhole of a room where philosophers and sages are discussing the meanings of existence and life. Very strange, yet enlightening.
I’ve had a similar experience, where after a long, loud, laborious day of being around people I sometimes hear their voices having conversations that never happened. These conversations were decidedly more mundane than the philosophers in your head, but you’re probably just a deep guy. ;)
Same thing happens with music. I was working at a modeling agency (remodeling it <G>) and they played this runway music all day long through the PA. When I tried to get to sleep my mind, perhaps because I’m a composer, created new runway music and punished me with these hell-spawned songs… much like the voices in your head, I could actually hear it psycho-acoustically, as if it was in the room with me.
On a related note, I'm pretty certain that I'm an undiagnosed insomniac, (followed by incontrovertible proof)
Consider yourself diagnosed by Dr. Rone… you are an insomniac. While I do keep fairly normal sleep hours, preferring late hours when available, I can relate to your note on surrendering. Sleep seldom comes for me. I have to attend its church and beg humbly for its visitation. Laying in the bed trying to stop the sudden rush of ideas, event and conversational replays and worries both real and convoluted. My mind is trying to keep me awake. A few years ago I realized my brain did always know best… it was a little off. Learning to not trust my own brain to filter everything properly was a mighty liberation. It allows me be more flexible in my interpretation of reality and has helped somewhat it beating back the insomnia when it comes.
“WORRY ABOUT THE PRICE OF APRICOTS AND THE COLD EMPTINESS OF THE UNKNOWABLE UNIVERSE!”
“No. F you. You just don’t want me to sleep.”
“NO! WORRY!”
“Did I stutter?!”
I've slept so much better since.