"When the magic went away"

[jack]

Oh god[1], coming down from omnipotence[2] is a major headache[1].

I was just about the right amount drunk last night: drunk enough to be mad, but not enough that I had blackouts; drunk enough to be wobbly but capable of finding my way home; drunk enough to kiss beautiful people but only after asking politely; drunk enough to twist nipples, but only after someone else started it. Someone's been an influence on me, generally good apart from the final points[1] :)

This morning (well, reguarly from about 5.30 am) I wake up and go "graaaaaah."

Body: I want to be sick.
Me: *stagger stagger stagger* Well, there's the vomitcepticle. Go on, we always feel better afterward.
Body: Uhhh. I want not to be sick.
Me: I'm *trying*
Body: Wa-ter...
Me: Quaff, quaff, quaff, quaff, quaff, *pretends it's B12* quaff
Body: Mmm.... sleepybies
Me: OK.
Body: *stagger* Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...... *bring*
Me: Ooh! It's two hours later. At this rate I'll get through the night.
Body: Staggerwatercheckemailstaggerbed.
Me: Why did we check email? What could that possibly have achieved.
Brain: Addictedmumble. No inhibititons, not my fault. *He's* trying to be sick, but I have all the ache, can't I do my thing for once?
Me: *shrug* Up to you. Was there anything interesting?
Brain: I don't remember.
Me: *sigh*
Body: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....
All: *repeat*
Me: Ooh, afternoon, how I like your face.
Body: Aaah, I don't feel fixed yet.
Me: Shut up, you know you enjoy it really. If we can't sleep we'll get up.
Body: Want chocolate!
Me: OK. Did it help?
Body: No. Want ribena!
Me: OK. Did it help?
Body: No. Want cornflakes!
Me: *sigh* *chomp* Better?
Body: No. Want to lie on the floor!
Me: Um. Well, ok, we'll try it.
Body: Want to stand up and watch telly!
Me: What? The football's not till later.
Body: Don't care.
Brain: Want Umberto Eco's Name of the Rose, sort of, though not technically, with Sean Connery.
Me: *reads* Does that feel better?
All: Surprisingly, yes. Eco, panacea. Also, it seems considerably more penatratable[2] than the last time I read it, I still spot new nice touches, and it's still loooooongish, but it's escapist.
Brain: Want more UE, but like Rose or Pendulum, not Island or thing, I didn't like those.
Me: Sorry.
Brain: Want comedic rant!
Me: OK, fine. How's this?

[1] Pun.
[2] No sniggering.
[3] And then I pottered around in the afternoon, and went to Tim's for evening. It was nice catching up. And we had the Portugal/[2]Holland game on, when there were four red cards and >= recordbreaking 16 yellow, which :

(a) was very entertaining to watch -- they should have green cards for players *not* kicking shins
(b) lets us use the word 'knackers' in about 15 different contexts
(c) good for england because Portugal won, but had two star players sent of and iirc unable to play next time, and several others probably regrowing their gonads
(d) we get to watch history being made, which the other matches afaik haven't been and
(e) the charity Rachel works for gets donated to from the fines, so this moderately sweet girl on behalf of a third world charity is bouncing up and down going "Yay! Knacker more knackers, you load of knackering knackers! Aim for the googlybits! Kick the ball, no not that one!"

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh. I like that. I said we needed more comedic rants.

Brain.

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

But not really a *rant*. That was the worst hangover for a while, but still at "have a cup of water and can do a full day's work, la la" on a scale of "I only drink organic non-alchoholic drinks and my eyeballs manufacture vitimin C straight into my brain" to "FUCK! My brain's been turned inside out and all the tangoing elephants in the world are hence inside my head. I want to die."

Body.

[(Anonymous)]

You forgot to log out. Isn't that confusing?

Brain.

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

Well, I keep reading *you* as "Brian" -- and being unable not to lisp it. Stop commenting in the comments, already!

Me.

[uisgebeatha.livejournal.com]

*LAWL*

Good night, then? ;)

I really must do a comedic rant like that; my body is not so much suffering from alcohol as lack of sleep right now. Which would, er, explain why I'm still up. x_x

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

Yes, it was :) *cuddle* Did I not say it was going to be? I'm sorry you weren't able to make it, you would have enjoyed it, but there were lots of old friends there, so *I* had a great time.

Poor pixie; I hoped you would have been able to enjoy 48 hours of sleep after you got back to recover. Well, I hope you enjoy your sufferings :)

[uisgebeatha.livejournal.com]

It looked like it was loads of fun; perhaps I shall come to it one day.

I hoped you would have been able to enjoy 48 hours of sleep after you got back to recover

Ah, but I've been spending my time uploading pictures and friending people and all those other useful things that must be done instead of sleep... o.O Remind me why I'm still up again? *rubs eyes*

[megamole.livejournal.com]

Well, I hope you enjoy your sufferings

For some reason I have images of Jack in spiked collars and black leather now.

This is not good.

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

OTP!

[uisgebeatha.livejournal.com]

o.O

But, then again, we are talking about your twisted mind here...;)

Speaking of OTP, I wonder if that slash-tastic rochvelleth GIF has been constructed yet...:P

[vyvyan.livejournal.com]

The time I was most drunk ever, I became convinced in the middle of the night that my partner of several years was going to kill me. And woke him up repeatedly, to beg him not to.

[simont]

... with the effect, no doubt, that although he had started off with no such intention he was seriously contemplating it by the end of the night? ;-)

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

Ah, questions that become true if you ask them enough. It's like programming a tuirng machine when you only have one button you can press :)

"Is this the tenth time I've asked you this?"
"Wait, did I just ask you something?"
"Is this annoying yet?"
"Is it midnight?"

[simont]

It's like programming a tuirng machine when you only have one button you can press

..   ... . .   -. ---   .--. .-. --- -... .-.. . --   .-- .. - ....   - .... .- - .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.-

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

Obviously (assuming delays are meaningful) you can convey anything you could convey in anything else. But actually *doing* so requires a hell of a lot of tedious button pressing. Like adjusting a cheap watch one minute backward: "Oops, one press too far on my canonical ordering of turing machines. Damn you, Cantor. *beep w-1 times*" :)

Whenever I design chipschallengelike games I like there to be one level you have to solve by running around the edge with only one hole through which you can interact with the rest of the level, and you have to work out just the right sequence to follow to make it eventually come out right without you :)

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

LOL. Oh dear. Was that a metaphor, or just completely random? I don't think I've ever been beyond sanity drunk when I've been sharing a bed; which in retrospect I'm rather glad of. One needs a supply of spare beds, or gags, or just to be so drunk they can't wake you up, none of which are ideal.

[vyvyan.livejournal.com]

It seems to have been entirely random. He had already left the bed and gone to sleep on the sofa anyway, because I had been so annoyingly wasted the evening before. I crept into the living room to wake him up on the sofa, when I thought he was going to kill me. He was quite hard to wake up, as I recall, since he was fairly drunk himself - but I was very persistent, being in fear of my life!

The next morning I could remember the incident, but the erroneous conviction had left me completely. It's very strange, in retrospect.

[stephdairy.livejournal.com]

drunk enough to kiss beautiful people but only after asking politely; drunk enough to twist nipples, but only after someone else started it

Good grief. The aftermath must have got barmier after I left.

(S)

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe a little. They're generally quite good at having people at one end of the house in bondage gear, and people at the other playing board games :)

[naath.livejournal.com]

hahahaha. I drank *all the port ever*. And then *got up at 11* and *wasn't hungover atall*. Ha Ha.

(except that I got up at 3 today after punting in the heat all day yesterday)

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

Yes, but you're evil :) Also, one day the universe was shining spinning spanning in my head, and the next morning it wasn't. Didn't that hit you like a metric tonne of bricks two years ago? :)

I hope punting went well. (I assume annoying-person wasn't there :)) And, uh, forgive the question, but which three? :)

[naath.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, well there is that part of it.

Punting was good. The two people who were v. annoying were not there (neither of them was you), only nice people were there.

And 3pm. I only do 3am from the other direction.

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

(neither of them was you)

I assumed that, but thank you for saying so. There are always some; it's like I had a conversation with the universe:

Me: I don't use swearwords *at* people, only in general frustration.
It: Hah! We'll test that. Here, experience excessively rude people all day who assure you they won't take offense and say they have good reasons why normal social conventions don't apply to them because it's funny.
Me: Doh :(

:)

And 3pm. I only do 3am from the other direction.

For some reason that sounds incredibly dodgy, but I just can't see *how*. Anyway, fair enough :) As I say, I woke up at, well, most odd hours, and sent emails at 11, though only actually got dressed and went out later in the afternoon -- I'm sure I would have woken up at 3am if I'd been in bed by then :)

[naath.livejournal.com]

Me: I don't use swearwords *at* people, only in general frustration.
It: Hah! We'll test that. Here, experience excessively rude people all day


Should have stopped there. Actually I think when you get to the point of *actually saying* 'fuck off' at someone and they *still don't* what is needed is a Large Stick (not that I minded the alt.solution but still grrrrrrrrrrr).

[ceb.livejournal.com]

Sean Connery?

[cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com]

There was a TV adaption of Name of the Rose with him. I've never seen it; it's apparently quite good though I've no idea how accurate it is.

Sean isn't quite like the description of William in the book, but has the right air of wisdom and intellectual arrogance :)