Feeling flippant and silly and rude.

So, whatever, hambone. Fuck off.

Definitively no word from my doctor about what the ever loving fuck is wrong with me. Never got around to calling about it. So now I have to wait until Monday at the soonest to get some kind of a clue-in.

In the meantime, my nose runs, my chest feels heavy, my throat is dry and raw and scratchy, my joints are stuff, and I feel cold a lot.

Pretty sure this is a preview of what it is like to be old. Perhaps my future self sent this as a warning.

If so, he honestly should have known better.

Takes more than this to make me smarten up.

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Proto-idea for a comedy : a man who acts exactly like a woman (but is still straight) meets the woman who acts just like a man (but is straight).

The problem is that I don’t know how to set up why these people act like the opposite gender. I suppose it doesn’t necessarily need a setup – that could just be their personalities, no explanation needed.

But that doesn’t seem right. It needs something more. Something to firmly support the levels of absurdity and gender issue exploration I would want to do.

Oooh, you could do cross-gender casting. Have the man who acts exactly like a woman be played by a woman, and vice versa.

Nah. Why make things more complicated.

It could be some sort of wacky science fiction premise. Some sort of crazy new therapy that is supposed to “unlock your (opposite gender) side” and works all too well.

Yeah, okay, that works. And our star crossed lovers are perfectly normal people^[1] who have never met before and who volunteered for the experiment on a whim.

It would start off light and silly with common observations and the comedy of “wrong gender performance” plus having fun gender flipping rom com tropes, but eventually get into the deeper stuff about how society punishes gender inappropriate behaviour and all those double standards that make it so what is acceptable for one gender is offensive in the other and how much that sucks.

All of this would be within the context of the standard rom com structure. They meet, they fall in love, something threatens said love, they part, they come back together.

It’s one of those stories endlessly retold because something about it just plain works for people. Classic story structures are like that.

It could be loads of fun for the actors playing the couple, of course. I’ve seen some men do the “acting like women” thing extremely well but I have never seen a woman act like a man in a way that seemed convincing to me.

Might simply be that women resist that role because they have never seen it in pop culture, whereas comedy has loads of men playing women for big laughs.

Food for thought. I shall ponder anon.

More after the break.

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These afternoon naps are gonna kill me.

Two days in a row now, I go to take a short nap at 4 pm or so and end up sleeping for four plus hours and wake up thoroughly crispy fried and zombified.

So I have all the usual post sleep bullshit going on : dizziness, disorientation, confusion, and all the rest.

Right now, my head is so messed up right now that I barely know my own name.

It’s…. Mickey, right? Beauce I love Disney so much? And I’m a mouse?

All I really want to do right now is go the fuck back to sleep. But I have to blog and a REALLY need to eat, and the pizza is on its way so sleeping is highly contra-indicated.

Luckily, I am drinking Diet Coke, so there’s a chance that I have the Caffeine Cavalry riding the rescue just in the nick of time.

Really makes me wish I had skipped that fucking nap.

Because I felt fine laying down. I wasn’t even sleepy. I just thought I needed a rest from all the Fallout New Vegas I’d been playing.

My subconscious mind did all the rest. That sneaky son of a bitch.

I guess it’s got to be sneaky, though, to get past my ever vigilant superego.

I think I am going ot get up and take a little walk around the apartment in order to wake myself up some.

More after bonus break.

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Feeling more alive and awake now.

I’m pretty sure I am on Earth, but it might still be Mars and at any second, my Earth reality will come apart at the seams in an eye-poppingly visual way that would make the ghost of Philip K. Dick pop a stiffy.

That would be neat.

What next. I know, I will randomly post some furry porn.

And the fox is like, “I love you, huge dragon cock!”.

Hadn’t done that in a while. It’s kind of fun.

Especially writing the caption.

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Got me some pizza. Tonight, all I wanted was a good ol’ pepperoni pizza, also known as the “default pizza”. Usually, I go for something fancier, but I am way too tied for that right now and so I went int the opposite direction.

And you know what? It’s pretty damned tasty.

Sometimes the simplest things are best.

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(don’t worry, I am not suicidal, these are just some morbid thoughts)

Sometimes the urge to die is just the urge to get away for a while.

It’s always about escape. Getting away from the pain, even briefly. The general response of a wounded animal to pain it can’t avoid is despair.

The animal lays down somewhere safe and recuperates.

Humans can sense the future, though. So we can see a future filled with nothing but pain. And so we can be proactive about it.

It makes sense, in a terrible way.

There’s always one final way to escape your inner predator.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.