trans christian, any pronouns. artist at heart, programmer by trade. this is my journal of sketches, project notes, and assorted thoughts – spanning games, technology, creativity, neurodiversity, and more!
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I Still Don't Know If I'm A Morning Person Or A Night Owl.
I still don't know if I'm a morning person or a night owl.
It used to be that I would wake up at 6:30 every Saturday morning and play video games until noon. I don't do that kind of thing anymore (since I can play whenever I want to now), but whenever I wake up early in the morning, I'm at my happiest and most creative. I LOVE mornings, in fact.
But I can't wake up to save my life. Lately I've been waking up at noon! It's really sad. Part of this stems from my other tendency - I hate sleep.
Many nights, I'll end up staying up until three in the morning. I try to limit that to midnight during the week, but it's because I hate sleeping. I never want to sleep, so I avoid it as much as possible... by staying awake until o'dark stupid in the morning. Oddly, I don't feel tired when I do this (most of the time). There's a little bit of drag, but I can stay up for a long time with energy to spare.
It gets really confusing on a day like today, when I went to bed at 2AM and woke up at 7AM more rested than having slept from midnight to nine (like on a weekday - that's getting dangerously close to missing class). Even when I go to bed at 10PM I still can't seem to wake up when I want to.
One of these days I'll figure it out... maybe.
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How to disable friendly fire in paintball:
Set each team to have their molecules vibrate at different frequencies.
Set the bullets to vibrate at the same frequency.
Fire at your teammate and watch as the bullet ignores normal force.
It’s science!
From a little-known Sega Saturn game known as Astal.
Mythology of the Stars (a poem)
Originally written for a friend.
Mythology of the Stars
When on the fourth day God put the stars in the sky, He set them up as watchers Over everything else He made.
We use all our instruments To study His creation; To understand the stars And why He put them there.
We know how beautiful their inner workings are, How they shine and light the sky. But fact, though it reveals much, Becomes dull over time.
The stars shine too brightly to be dull; They have a different story to tell.
God placed them to watch us And observe creation's every move. The audience of the universe, They have seen eons of life and love.
Their light is known to men: It warms up the sky. It pierces the darkness And shows us our way.
But it has a dual purpose. Every move that is made Is detected by changes In the light the star gives out.
Stars have seen many things Even lightyears away; Tales of entire planets, Of races and species, lives and deaths.
They have seen the rise and fall Of great empires and kingdoms; Some, mighty and just; others, great conquerors; More, peaceable and meek; all ending in time.
They have seen countless instances Of two people together, Living in companionship and love But driven apart by death or scorn.
They have seen the greatest minds at work Creating, inventing, debating, demostrating; Living to be famous for a time Before time took their fame from them.
They have seen unfolded the stories Of torment and malice and shame; The only hope, plea and cry of the victims Is that time would take them away.
They have seen the stories of entire races Become sentient and learn about their surroundings; The races advance and create; they build and destroy; They create comfort and shelter from the natural world outside.
Their skyscrapers are impressive; Their lights shine far and wide. But in all their actions They have left out the stars.
The stars look down on this society And are blocked by a heavy shield: A sphere of light, an aura bright, That holds fast and will not yield.
Those stars who shine through All the bright lights and advancements - They have a new obstacle to confront, One that proves more challenging:
The very shelters that protect the race Hide them from the stars; No longer can the stars see the race Or learn of its workings.
But for those who know the secret, And go out to greet the sky: They are noticed by the stars, And they see the shining light.
God sees the work of His creation, Again noting the stars; They have done their work well, And have been a reminder to creation:
For all the light and love the stars give And all the things they have seen, God loves us more, and cares for us, And sees all we do, even inside ourselves.
May the stars watch over you.
From the OC ReMix album Sonic CD: Temporal Duality.
The nature of memories
Will: Ugh, I'm so tired. I just want to sleep.
Memory: HELLO
Memory: Let me show you this random memory of you doing something embarrassing!
Will: Wow why did I even do that
Memory: THINK OF YOUR SHAME.
Will: I really hate the fact that I ever thought of doing this at all
Memory: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Will: Why am I thinking of this?
Memory: wait what
Will: Why do I care so much? I doubt anyone involved with this actually cares anymore.
Memory: It doesn't matter, because YOU DID IT LOOK AT YOU.
Will: well I don't care, because no one else does
Memory: But LOOK AT IT
Will: Let me sleep! *suppresses memory*
Memory: NOOOOOOOooooooooo....
Will: Finally, I might actually be able to sleep now.
Will: *tries to sleep*
Memory: i'm back
Memory: and i have another memory for you
Will: *sigh* I am never going to sleep tonight.