Insomniacs Anonymous

Monday, July 26, 2004

dear insoms,

at the risk of a green bean attack from DTF's trusty crossbow- or whatever plot Clawed will devise to get me for playing matchmaker... again- I'm thinking that since going beyond fantasy realm with my new supervisor at the lab would just be wrong, that maybe Clawed would be interested in meeting him. they share lots of similar interests- microbiology, forensics, the color blue, and an eerie penchant for Ren Faires, manga and all things C.S.I. [and Clawed, I have three words for you- Roger... Smith... clone. think about it.]
alright, enough for now. am attempting to wrangle a visit out of someone, and I must check on ticket prices for planes, trains, and mobile rodents.
Sweet dreams. Til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 2:45 PM

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

oooh, and I almost forgot. rather like our beloved Gil Grissom, my new super is into bugs. His office is rapidly becoming filled with specimens- dead and living alike- and he was playing with one of his spiders when I walked in and had a spot of deja vu over the similarity between the picture he presented and a scene from an ep of C.S.I. called Who Are You? (Season 1, episode 6).
I could make the obvious statement that the way to his heart is to fondle his tarantula but I don't think I will. Just too obvious. It would make an interesting pickup line, though- would you care to fondle my tarantula? Its very soft and fuzzy. Guaranteed to bring on a drink in the face... which could go a long way to explaining why that gorgeous hunk-o-man is still single.
alright. that's enough for now. til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 4:25 PM

in other news, got a new supervisor at the lab today. allow me to say damn. the guy is a serious hottie and close to my age. We went out on a call and I almost botched my print lifting cause he was playing with the owner's pets.
I now understand the feelings that Sarah felt for Gil on C.S.I. (i.e. the love that dare not speak its name; pleasure cruising on the S.S. Geek Love)All this time I've been wanting a boss like that, and now I have one. I should have phrased my wish more carefully. Oh no, not boss. (unless I get a new position or only work hours when he's not there. cause we can play "Criminalist and Evidence: Search Me" till the cows come home, but I'll make a lousy investigator with that fine specimen distracting me.) *stops and thinks about marketing such a game to C.S.I. enthusiasts.* 'kit comes complete with two brushes, edible powder, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a soundtrack CD for mood music and evidence collection montages.' yeah, I would so buy that.

Cleo opened her eyes at 3:53 PM

dear insoms,

I was up late the other night after work. (not smart considering my early shift the following morning, but I couldn't sleep.) anyway, I was watching the music video channels and I was struck by something. most sad songs equate being worried, depressed or alone with insomnia. Country is one of the worst genres. "I'm not gonna sleep [til I touch your face]... not a wink, I can go for days." or "I wake up and teardrops fall down like rain... go to bed, dream of you, that's what I'm doing these days." or "I never knew there were such great movies on TV at 3AM/ I never guessed that at midnight Tuesday, I could have pizza ordered in/ I never been a real night owl, But these days I'm all turned 'round... I should be sleepin' instead of keepin' these late hours I've been keepin'... instead of dreamin' about you."
Even mainstream has sad songs about staying up. "sleep has left me alone/ to carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong." And "I've relied on my illusion to keep me warm at night [without you]... up all night drinking to drown my sorrows down/ but nothing seems to help me since you've gone away." Not only are some of these lyrics conducive to depression, they also talk about unsafe behavior- like driving past the point of exhaustion. "I'm gonna drive til I can't think, cause you're all that's on my mind these days... dreaming of you is too much to take, but staying awake brings me pain I can't bear... so I'm gonna drive til I can't think."
In the past, I've claimed some of these songs (sleepy sappy country and parasomnia praising pop alike) as my own insomniacal anthems, and I often find that the more I listen, the less I sleep. A personal observation perhaps, but interesting nonetheless. oh well. just something to think about the next time you can't sleep. Sweet dreams, til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 5:29 AM

Thursday, July 08, 2004

dear insoms,

you all need to click the TV Glomping link on the left hand side of the screen. only there could such brilliance as this come from. one of my friends is a recap writer for the site, and occasionally includes her husband in her work. this is one of the best lines ever to come out of Sobell's mind. enjoy.

Episode: Getting Off [Season 4, episode 16]

I use TiVo to pause the episode long enough to shout, "Baby, if we ever get so bored that we're resorting to clowns, let's just go out in a murder-suicide pact!" "Got it!" Mr. Sobell hollers back.

Cleo opened her eyes at 2:41 PM

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

after reading my last post, Desert Saber tried to turn me on by relating my Almond Joy comment to sex references in Tucson. DesertSabertooth: Almond joy= male, Mounds= female.
Cleopetra101: *leaps onto computer table and bashes head on desk to make the mental image of fornicating candy bars go away*

Cleo opened her eyes at 5:28 PM

dear insoms,

being that Clawed and DTF are out of town, and I don't have access to the Airbags Deploy posting center, I shall have to make do. the following is a quote from a conversation I'm having with my friend Scotty.

*discussing the unusual crazy side I displayed by posting the Man Eating Vagina tattoo stuff the other day*
Scott: but I love your nuttiness.
Cleo: I know. everyone does. I'm very much like an almond joy in that regard.

Cleo opened her eyes at 5:02 PM