Night Thoughts

These are the thoughts I think when I should be sleeping and not thinking…

Someone should make a science-fiction re-skin of House, filled with aliens, and with a main character who specializes in xenobiology. Kind of a Babylon 5 with Dr. Stephen Franklin as the focus, type thing.

They should make shoes with removable, washable linings. That way we wouldn’t need socks. Wait. Damn it. I think I just described socks.

Why are we still using terms like “mobile phone,” “cell phone,” and “smart phone?” Why don’t we just say “phone” at this point? And now that I think about it, why are we even referring to the phone part of these things in the first place? Isn’t that their least used function nowadays?

Since cats have barbed, Hellraiser penises, doesn’t that mean creationists kinda have to believe God is a dog person?

You know, if I had Bill Gates’ money, I’d drop, like, half of my $80+ billion fortune into a non-profit built to work with groups like the Girl Scouts of America to get girls and young women seriously exposed and into STEM. Just grab up as many awesome educators, engineers, and scientists, create study programs and materials, and raise just about the most incredible and populous generation of lady nerds in history.

Man, I hate gum.

And then I drift off to sleep.

Even more insomnia and sickness

I’m trying to be better at updating this blog and attending to my various social media things (you’re following me on Twitter and Instagram, right?) but the plague and my growing, insomnia-induced madness are making it difficult.

In no particular order…

  • My daughter was sick, leading to a couple of missed days of school for her, and a lot of laying awake worrying about her for me.
  • My back’s been rebelling against me on and off for the last few weeks.
  • My mother took two trips to the emergency room (one via an ambulance I summoned through the magic of 911) for pneumonia and related “fun.”
  • I’ve gotten around twenty hours of sleep. Total. Over, like, the last week.
  • And now I’m coughing, my throat’s a little sore, and I’m pretty sure that the crow perched on the phone pole across the street isn’t just there for the view.

So, yeah. How’s your September going?

P.S. The one thing I’ve managed to do consistently is take photos, even if those photos were just me playing around with newspaper and various combinations of lighting and contrast tweaking, like the one on this post.