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My stars…to think I was about to wander off into the land of Nod. I just had to check one last thing, and that ‘one last thing’ enabled me to discover this little gem…to think I might have crashed before seeing this and then never ended up seeing it…everything happens for a reason. To call this image and the words that accompany it ‘poignant’, that would be a massive understatement. I genuinely wonder out of morbid curiosity how many other people will come across this and feel the same…
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My stars…to think I was about to wander off into the land of Nod. I just had to check one last thing, and that ‘one last thing’ enabled me to discover this little gem…to think I might have crashed before seeing this and then never ended up seeing it…everything happens for a reason.

To call this image and the words that accompany it ‘poignant’, that would be a massive understatement. I genuinely wonder out of morbid curiosity how many other people will come across this and feel the same…

Woah. I don’t get on the Tumblr app for a couple of days and they change shit. See, this right here is a perfect example of why I (somewhat masochistically I might add) suffer from self-inflicted insomnia. It isn’t the only reason I occasionally force myself to stay awake for more than 24 hours, but it is certainly A reason. When I go to sleep, I miss things, because when I sleep…and sleep never happens (not self-inflicted, because sometimes all I want to do is sleep but can’t) before I am actually about to close my eyes and start nodding. I have once or twice stayed up even beyond that point of nod and accomplished the sending of a mass-recipient email to my nearest and dearest, only the first half was coherent, the rest was sleep-typed…so the second half had something to do with my son wearing a yellow suit and running around after The Doctor while trying to alert someone to the fact that my dog was gay? Anyhoo. tl:dr I don’t like to sleep because when I do, I sleep like the dead (except for the occasional sleep talking/kicking/punching/snoring)….and I usually sleep for looong stretches (12 hours and up)…and inevitably, during those long stretches where I am dead to the world, shit happens…things change…the saying “what a difference a day makes” is an anecdote I loathe, because it is so true, and because of it and my anxiety/depression issues, knowing that phrase to be true forces me to force myself to stay awake. Its not the change that I am bothered by, it is the fact that I missed the actual moment of change…this can go (and often does) darker places, such as the fear that someone I love might be hurt or killed while I was sleeping. I have no explanation or rationalisation for my phobia and anxiety regarding this, its just something that developed, I guess? (Random side note: I had a huge crush on Bill Pullman after seeing him as the President in Independence Day. Because of that crush, I obsessively hunted down and watched as many of his films as I could, and through that process I discovered one of my all-time favourite films called “While You Were Sleeping”.) Haha well damn, my tl:dr ended up being only marginally smaller (if at all) than what came before it. I honestly don’t think I am capable of telling a short story, because my train of thought runs through so many unexpected track changes that it can sometimes be hard for me to end up in the same destination I had been aiming for at the start…and then there’s the people who hop on board my crazy brain train and are not quite sure what to expect. Perhaps it is due to a lack of feedback based on their ride (reading what I write) that is keeping me from sitting down and actually writing the many ideas I’ve had down into books or screenplays? I am usually a far harsher critic of my work than anyone else (there are two known exceptions to that rule, but I have stopped trying to do the impossible and not care if I actually do something worthy of their praise in that regard, thankfully). Well, I’ve rambled on long enough for one blog post. Hope you all had a blessed Thor’s Day, and I love you all, truly.
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Woah. I don’t get on the Tumblr app for a couple of days and they change shit. See, this right here is a perfect example of why I (somewhat masochistically I might add) suffer from self-inflicted insomnia. It isn’t the only reason I occasionally force myself to stay awake for more than 24 hours, but it is certainly A reason. When I go to sleep, I miss things, because when I sleep…and sleep never happens (not self-inflicted, because sometimes all I want to do is sleep but can’t) before I am actually about to close my eyes and start nodding.

I have once or twice stayed up even beyond that point of nod and accomplished the sending of a mass-recipient email to my nearest and dearest, only the first half was coherent, the rest was sleep-typed…so the second half had something to do with my son wearing a yellow suit and running around after The Doctor while trying to alert someone to the fact that my dog was gay? Anyhoo.

tl:dr I don’t like to sleep because when I do, I sleep like the dead (except for the occasional sleep talking/kicking/punching/snoring)….and I usually sleep for looong stretches (12 hours and up)…and inevitably, during those long stretches where I am dead to the world, shit happens…things change…the saying “what a difference a day makes” is an anecdote I loathe, because it is so true, and because of it and my anxiety/depression issues, knowing that phrase to be true forces me to force myself to stay awake.

Its not the change that I am bothered by, it is the fact that I missed the actual moment of change…this can go (and often does) darker places, such as the fear that someone I love might be hurt or killed while I was sleeping. I have no explanation or rationalisation for my phobia and anxiety regarding this, its just something that developed, I guess?

(Random side note: I had a huge crush on Bill Pullman after seeing him as the President in Independence Day. Because of that crush, I obsessively hunted down and watched as many of his films as I could, and through that process I discovered one of my all-time favourite films called “While You Were Sleeping”.)

Haha well damn, my tl:dr ended up being only marginally smaller (if at all) than what came before it. I honestly don’t think I am capable of telling a short story, because my train of thought runs through so many unexpected track changes that it can sometimes be hard for me to end up in the same destination I had been aiming for at the start…and then there’s the people who hop on board my crazy brain train and are not quite sure what to expect.

Perhaps it is due to a lack of feedback based on their ride (reading what I write) that is keeping me from sitting down and actually writing the many ideas I’ve had down into books or screenplays? I am usually a far harsher critic of my work than anyone else (there are two known exceptions to that rule, but I have stopped trying to do the impossible and not care if I actually do something worthy of their praise in that regard, thankfully).

Well, I’ve rambled on long enough for one blog post. Hope you all had a blessed Thor’s Day, and I love you all, truly.

I just unlocked the Defiance: Datak Tarr sticker on GetGlue 6397 others have also unlocked the Defiance: Datak Tarr sticker on GetGlue.com Though the Castithan culture is governed by an inflexible caste system, through the disorienting egress from the Votanis system, Datak Tarr has managed to secure himself a position of authority that he would never have been able to achieve on his homeworld of Casti. The husband of a proper, aristocratic Castithan woman, and the ringleader of Defiance’s shadier dealings, Datak embodies the notion that the ends justify the means. While it may be best for your health to avoid his notice, those under Datak’s protection have little to fear even in the terraformed world of 2046. Share this one proudly. It’s from our friends at SyFy.
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I just unlocked the Defiance: Datak Tarr sticker on GetGlue

6397 others have also unlocked the Defiance: Datak Tarr sticker on GetGlue.com

Though the Castithan culture is governed by an inflexible caste system, through the disorienting egress from the Votanis system, Datak Tarr has managed to secure himself a position of authority that he would never have been able to achieve on his homeworld of Casti. The husband of a proper, aristocratic Castithan woman, and the ringleader of Defiance’s shadier dealings, Datak embodies the notion that the ends justify the means. While it may be best for your health to avoid his notice, those under Datak’s protection have little to fear even in the terraformed world of 2046. Share this one proudly. It’s from our friends at SyFy.

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