hell-o,good.bye.

- nonomatopoeia

Four days of neozep-induced bedrest later, I am done counting mosquito bites, staging a vendetta against tissue rolls, and wondering if the veins on my arm lead to Emerald City. I thought there was nothing more to do while I stayed horizontal, but I got pushed off the boredom cliff.

This is a list of things I have accomplished in attempts to ward off the enemy. Usually I'd be content with a book, but the fever made my head feel like an infuriating carousel every time I picked up Crime and Punishment (oh how apt). Also, we have no interwebs at home, causing my Farm Town corn and coffee crops to go to waste (gaaah). Still, I had to avoid unleashing the volcano of vomit I was ready to spew keep myself occupied.

I managed to:

1. Listen. Too much of The Format is good for yer health, but waking up to the neighbor's stereo blaring "Shine Jesus, Shine" is not. Also, our virus-infested home is an orchestra of coughs and sneezes now, with the occasional trumpet from a noseblow. Don't buy tickets to this concert, please.
2. Play. After tiring of Tekken 5 on Neia's PSP, I gave Patapon a shot. It's like mini-300 with less blood and more flame-arrows. Haha. Also, creating warriors out of titanium ore and cherry tree branches is surprisingly fun.

3. Think. (But unfortunately, the soldiers of profundity couldn't get past my shield of germs and antibiotics. Then again, they never have.) There are too many ants; do they procreate like it's the first day after the apocalypse? Is there such a thing as a unilemma? Probably not. When delirious with a fever, one thing you can really miss is a bath. I'm an insignificant pimple on the world's cheek and when I die it's one less blemish to worry about. The ceiling would be an interesting place to live in. If I put together all the paper I've used, I could build um something to fill up the trash can.
4. Watch. Movies with Sunshine in their titles don't really produce the expected result. Oh well. They did manage to contribute to my involuntary blubbering. Thank you, Olive and Clementine.
5. Sleep. A lot. I have been taking my dreams for granted. Hm. Perhaps drifting off to the greatness that is Karen O has something to do with it. Silence tends to worry me, even more than seeing my nose tremble on its own.

I'd like to end this properly, but I'm tiredno,w goo dby e.

Hm. I wonder if alpha-carotene decided to stay behind the curtains when its successor, beta-carotene, became more famous.

Also, why is there no alphamax? Was it too much? If the "max" in betamax indicates "maximum," then "betamax" should just be called "alpha." Shouldn't it? Fnr.

It's these morning-walk thoughts that make me believe my skull's gone toilet bowl. :|


Edit: According to Sony's own history webpages, the name came from a double meaning: beta being the Japanese word used to describe the way signals were recorded onto the tape, and from the fact that when the tape ran through the transport it looked like the Greek letter "Beta" (β). The suffix -max came from "maximum" to suggest greatness. [Source]

So no, they just couldn't call it alpha. Haha. Now I can get to corprithorinns (for a wany ear today).

Dear Morpheus,

Why all the sudden attention to what occupies my skull-nest during REM? Oh wait, it's your job, haha. :|

- Neobie


P.S. While the details are appreciated and the homicidal gore is intimidatingly awsums, this past week's wake-ups are never helpful to the rest of the day.





* (Images from Radiohead's Just)

The 20th Century:

Hm.
Thank you, but I said I wouldn't stick around to see it.




Now what? :\

God of War on Neia's PSP = >:D. I am very amused by the way Kratos' weapons swish and slash.


I'm not sure if it's a good thing, but one highlight of family reunions is that you get to know yourself through other people's memories of you. I was told that as a kid, I shut myself in our bedroom when visitors came over. When they decided to drag me out, I'd be clutching a book and putting up a tantrum. Haha.


baby makopa = oldy popcorn


Dream: 8 people being targeted for murder. Much like the SAW installment. Four soon-to-be victims were stuck in my room with a dead fellytone line, while the other half was in a warehouse. In the end, the killer said, "Did I put a god in there?" and then the ambulance invaded the scene. Hm. I've never seen any of the films though.


Wolverine. The swords. Explowdy cards. Oh my.


Tsk. Elders never seem happy unless they're telling me what to do. They vehemently protest against my choices and claim it's all good for me. We all laugh afterwards. Yes, it's really funny because all I'm talking about is um shoes and posture.


Grah. There won't be any more Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. :(


Pacquiao looks like a baby seal when he smiles. No, not in a good way.


Despite the crescent-shaped mushrooms, Pampanga holds few epiphanies for me. I prefer bus rides.


Book Sale Pampanga: Dream Jungle and Siddartha. Wheeee.

This Salmonella-infested jar of peanut butter will be staying on the shelf for now. Then again, chances are there'll be a post office casualty and this won't even begin to push through. Funny how "recall" and "recall" figure in this situation, especially when the head office has been printing out 19 (or aak 20?) years' worth of receipts for past purchases.


Transition:

:\ -> :O -> :D -> :| -> :O -> :| -> :\ -> :s -> :[ -> :| -> X/ -> :| -> :( -> :|

I saw a lady from the Environmental Sanitation Center pause, drop her broom and run across the street. I thought she was going to let herself get run over by the FX that drove by. I also walked past her dustpan. It was full of plastic items.

I applaud her for leaving.

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( Free-writing juju )

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Let us now resume watching Malcolm in the Middle for a distraction to this allergic reaction. Goodbye Virginia Woolf/probably-Jeff-Buckley-too weekend.