Stoned ramblings
I tried writing this up a little while ago, but halfway through it the power supply decided to go on vacation. Oh well. Uptime's only up to 8 days now.
FUCK!
[ebb@hagbard ebb]$ uptime
05:23:06 up 8 days, 23:17, 2 users, load average: 0.41, 0.27, 0.17
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK ALMIGHTY.
This is going to be a weird day already. I can tell.
So I went to go check my uptime on the router (its name is hagbard. The main computer is malik) and I get that up there. Not only does it have a happy erroneous 5:23, but it's been up 8 days (8 being 2^3 there, kids) for 23 hours and 17 minutes. I swear to fucking god I am not making this up. Note the extra happy 17 at the end.
Now I'm working with a lot of numbers these days, so an occasional occurrence of a 23 or a 17 or whatever can kick around, but you only see so many in a day. You kinda note the more significant (ergo, rare) ones and play with ideas in your head of why you'd think it to be significant. Whatever. Play with patterns. The languages are all getting jumbled up in your head into a manages.....
Fuck.
What the hell was I just talking about?
See, this is how weed works. It starts to make you fancy this fucked up detail of an idea until you're just about to say what needs to be said and you've completely forgotten what the hell happened about 2 seconds ago. It kind of lingers in the head, the though, unaccessible but there.... then you say to yourself "What the hell...." and the rest of the routine follows through as your neurons bounce the familiar pattern ". . . was I just thinking about." and by that point the memory has been completely removed.
This is what we call "whitespace".
That topic you give the greatest enthusiasm and gets completely lost on a tangeant that all you can do is laugh at yourself.
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