Tuesday, November 16, 2004
 

Still Random after All These Years

I enjoyed the randomized mp3 quiz so much that I've left the Nomad on random. We just finished a part of Handel's Messiah and have moved on to Bob Dylan's "I'll Be Your Baby Tonight." Handel. Dylan. Some of the great composers of the millennium.

I had a horrific migraine earlier. It was an odd thing: I always have aura before the migraine, but this time I didn't. Instead, in class, the thought flashed across my mind: "I'm going to have a migraine." It took me by surprise, and I did a quick mental inventory, which revealed that I had neither headache nor aura. In other words, nothing to suggest a migraine impending. Then I had the exact same experience again in class, thinking that I would have a migraine. Again, nothing to suggest it. I wrote it off because of lack of aura. Then I have an awful one. It makes you (or me, anyway) wonder what kind of weird neurological / biochemical signal told me, twice, that a migraine was coming without me being consciously aware of any symptoms.

Brains. They're weird things.

Especially mine. Or do I claim to much credit for myself? Probably.

Moving on: I got my first ever DHL delivery today. Basically, the driver apparently threw the package at my door from a distance and ran, because, by the time I answered the knock, the guy was already back in his van. I was not impressed. [Nick Cave: "Here Comes the Sun"] Perhaps he was frightened off my attack cat?


Here, defending me against the bedskirt. Can't tell who's winning the fight here.
c. elvisettey

DHL is in one of the Lecter books, but I forget which. Speaking of random neuron activity, let's free associate!

Or listen to "Only the Lonely." I love me some Roy.

Long zone-out there, during which time we've moved on to "Ruby Tuesday." I'm a little fuzzy after a whanging migraine, can ya tell? I mean, it's taken the length of how many songs for me to compose a simple post? There's a word for this after-migraine tiredness and zoned-out-ness, but I forgot it (I'm surprised I remembered my password to login into blogger, at this point); I just call it the "migraine hangover."

Whoa. Head is NOT up for Rage against the Machine. And Rammstein appears to be next. Owww. Ahh. Arlo Guthrie ("Cooper's Lament"); that's more my speed at the moment.

Amazon.com's recommendations wizard thingie seems to think I need a fleece baby blanket. They must know something I don't.

Reading: let's just say the true crime obsession is getting out of hand.
Listening: currently, "Baby I Love You," Ramones version (which is classic, if you've never heard it)
Current Obsession: too spaced-out to obsess (which is saying a lot, for me)
Alice: is shedding profusely. I tried to explain that her timing was off, but she seems to have ignored me.

Elvisette philosophized at 12:12 AM