January 22nd, 2006


Why mania now?

It's 4:30am. For the last several hours, I have been futiley trying to sleep. It ain't happening. I'm wired up wide awake, and I don't think it was just the mountain dew that I had 11 hours ago. I had dinner with Michael (someone I know from IRC) tonite, and he saw it. I'm walking fast, talking fast, and my brain is on a slightly jittery kind of fast-forward.

I suppose taking up jogging (again) and aikido (anew) in the last week might have had something to do with it. I also think adding regular milk back into my diet recently might have helped. And there's the fact that testing the analog circuit went very well this evening. But I don't think those are all the factors. I'm just in the grip of one of my happy manias, and there may not be any real reason for it. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I think I once told robinrook that "mania is not the problem - depression is the problem." Mania is a wonderful thing, at least in small doses. And I keep reminding myself that there's a strong correlation between creative genius and manic depression.

But as I tend to do with many things, I'm over-analyzing the question of "why now?" Isn't it a little early for spring fever? But this is probably as futile as trying to sleep. There's no particular reason for this to happen just now, any more than there's any particular reason it's cloudy on any given Tuesday. Somewhere in my brain something stopped pumping out enough GABA or melatonin, and all of sudden it's a monoamine fiesta in my hypothalamus and everyone's invited! Wheeee!!

I suppose mainly just wish I had something I consider worthwhile to expend this energy on. Normally I'd probably spend this time happily tearing through multiple thick volumes on some complicated subject, gathering knowledge for future projects I do not yet know about. Hanging out with friends is good too, though sometimes when I'm in these moods it's hard for people to keep up, for the same reasons Pooh sometimes has a hard time keeping up with Tigger. ;]

Maybe I should just go hang out with willowred's hyperspazoid dingo-dog. If THAT doesn't tire me out, nothing will. ;D
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Rodeos + Aligators = Comedy Gold!

"The Official newspaper of Colorado's only Aligator Farm"
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I swear to god, I am not making this up! After dimsum today, I found this free newspaper kicking around the magazine rack at the front of the little asian grocery across the parking lot from the restaurant. You think there are no rednecks in Colorado? LET'S GET READY TO RUUUUMMMBBBBLLLEEEE!

With aligators, that is. Apparently gator ridin' is big business in Mosca, CO. (You named your city after the Spanish word for "house fly"??) Okay, well, maybe it's only medium business. Alright, it's something to do with that mud puddle out back... But we have a newspaper about it! And what a paper it is. Proudly proclaiming its individuality, and endorsement by the powers that be! And just look at that cowboy hat wearin' gator in the top right! It just begs to be an LJ icon!

Chock full of informative articles such as "How To Rassle A Gator" (which provides such insightful wisdom as "Wrestling aligators is a lot like life itself...") this one is sure to satisfy your craving to put your hands in the mouth of an 11 foot long example one of earth's oldest predators. Why, just look at all the fine people in attendance in that top picture!

In the background we have the Crocodile Dundee redneck, the boyishly cute but freakishly tall redneck, the body-builder redneck, and finally the "whigger with bling bling" redneck. (Flashing his devil horns, he keeps it real - for his scaly green homies!) But the coup de gras in this tail-thrashin' festival of comedy is the two apparent members of Insane Clown Posse who took some time off from recording their next chart-topping album to show up to the gator rodeo, facepaint and all! Proudly sporting their trophy (presumably awarded for making the aligators bust out laughing the hardest) these two cap off a peek into a world far more muddy, brutish and short than even Hobbes had imagined.

Come one, come all to the gator rodeo! It's even more fun than pokin' your sister!! Yes friends, I can hear the bluegrass strummin' away now...

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