The law of Energy Conservation says there’s always a constant amount of energy in the universe. It never grows, and it never declines. Visibly active energy is kinetic, but potential energy isn’t seen.
Sleeping better hours, I have better windows of opportunity.
I had more energy Friday (after six hours sleep), but there were zero entries in my ‘Following’ e-mail queue. Okay… Sure, I found some great stuff after FF 2013-01-25, but only because of… another zero.
Sure, I found Kelly got Freshly Pressed. But how do I give a shout-out/congrats? Or should I? Was it the first FP? And ‘Innards’… just rolls off the tongue, right?
More zeroes. Available all day, wondering about the silence on my end, hours on end. And I wait, or do other things. Nothing. It’s harder watching your zeroes in real time. So…no response at a much faster pace. Anywhere. Social cues that say: Go away. At least for the moment… Or now. Or always.
On a lighter/darker note, more ability to read led me to find… I’ve missed out on a lot. I had not seen one Guapola poll until Friday. I did not see the Story of Cord experiencing mysterious black outs. I’d missed Eric’s magnificent™ 42nd birthday—and on the same day I started this, on the 27th. I know he doesn’t like emoticons, but… 😦
I’d also not seen Frankenweenie until Thursday. So…no, I could not relate with Sonya’s comment at the time. (Frankenweenie: looks a little like Paranorman, but in black & white, with less plot and a family literally named the Frankensteins. Spoiler alert: a kid ressurects his dog.) Sone said the original version’s better. And I wouldn’t have even known that she exists if it wasn’t for… Movie of the Weak. (Weak.)
Occasionally, it crosses my mind the possibility that the lack of wholeness in the text could result in a tragic outcome— er, unintended consequences. I understand the people I’ve talked too just enough that some of the things that I think could happen won’t, but…
How much is enough information? I see posts that span more than a thousand words. Write something that you would read. And I might
say repeat…Honesty doesn’t pay much when the person being honest is ugly.
Sigh. I’ve lost it again.
It’s the same sad story, one month later. One Month Later.
It’s more of a repeat than a beginning!
The Yoda/Yoga teacher/master would say, “Have patience.”
But then, I might say… Patience loses meaning when you live in a virtual prison.
And I want to add time served.
Just go to sleeeeeeep……
Four hours rest, I am forced to think about my future. What’s left of it.
Time to get serious on life. Time to grow up. Again. Try again.
…With a zero in the support department and a world I’ve yet to explore at all (see: Phobic), I might as well go back to finishing Super Mario World for the first time since the SNES broke long ago… Will this seemingly endless chain ever be broken?!
To Be Continued…
[Update: the perfectionist I am, I improved my hand in the image: extended the end of the index finger; corrected some shading.]