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I'm so immature
Jan. 4th, 2008 09:16 pmAnd I quote, "The newly tinted windows of his gruck..."
After being distracted by, count them, THREE different variations of essentially the same underlying story about cuddling (yes, yes, there will be a series), Tetradon has used its tiny powers to ressurect the vampire story. Heh. I said ressurect. 6200 words or so and counting. I've got 20 pages already in Word, another five dense handwritten ones (typing them next after this post, hopefully with more accuracy than the above sample), and then about 10 minutes on the voice recorder.
*pets Tetradon*
Though I should say, Tetradon made me miss my usual exit this afternoon. No biggie. I only recently started using this exit, so my distracted brain just forgot and I reverted back to my old route. Still, one has to be concerned that maybe Tetradon is not the best idea for anything but the staightest of straight-of-way's.
Speaking of, Husband was reading about intelligence without sentience, and how you trick yourself into thinking that you consciously direct actions that in fact your body and brain sort of take on their own. He described the conscious mind as sort of the pointy haired boss of your brain, slowing everybody else down and preventing them from getting important work done, or at least making them do it a lot less efficiently. He later decided that a better analogy was to the Secretary at a meeting. The Secretary might only take the minutes, but later the minutes are the only way to tell what happened at the meeting. But it was too late. The pointy haired boss analogy will stick with me forever, and make me feel slightly guilty about how the rest of the Brain thinks of me. *scuffs shoe*
Anyway, Tetradon seems to help illustrate my non-sentient intelligence.
And you just took a non-porn trip through my Brain. It is a scary, scary place to live.
After being distracted by, count them, THREE different variations of essentially the same underlying story about cuddling (yes, yes, there will be a series), Tetradon has used its tiny powers to ressurect the vampire story. Heh. I said ressurect. 6200 words or so and counting. I've got 20 pages already in Word, another five dense handwritten ones (typing them next after this post, hopefully with more accuracy than the above sample), and then about 10 minutes on the voice recorder.
*pets Tetradon*
Though I should say, Tetradon made me miss my usual exit this afternoon. No biggie. I only recently started using this exit, so my distracted brain just forgot and I reverted back to my old route. Still, one has to be concerned that maybe Tetradon is not the best idea for anything but the staightest of straight-of-way's.
Speaking of, Husband was reading about intelligence without sentience, and how you trick yourself into thinking that you consciously direct actions that in fact your body and brain sort of take on their own. He described the conscious mind as sort of the pointy haired boss of your brain, slowing everybody else down and preventing them from getting important work done, or at least making them do it a lot less efficiently. He later decided that a better analogy was to the Secretary at a meeting. The Secretary might only take the minutes, but later the minutes are the only way to tell what happened at the meeting. But it was too late. The pointy haired boss analogy will stick with me forever, and make me feel slightly guilty about how the rest of the Brain thinks of me. *scuffs shoe*
Anyway, Tetradon seems to help illustrate my non-sentient intelligence.
And you just took a non-porn trip through my Brain. It is a scary, scary place to live.
