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I'm wandering around like a zombie today.
Mostly this is because I didn't get to sleep until about 3.30am. No real reason, just couldn't quite get into the right state of mind to sleep. I gave up at about 1 and played Civ: Call to Power for another hour or so to try and drop me back out again.
This was after not getting to sleep until 2am on Sat: but that was due to the son of the owner-renovator next door having a party. They did turn the music off around 12 (thankfully - the bass was so loud it was vibrating the TV) but then we got to hear them staggering out, tripping over the renovation/building materials and generally failing to realise how loud they were. Still, fragments like:
"Nah... mate... nah.. really... you're too drunk to drive.."
"Nah... I'm fine.. really"
*crash* as someone falls over the fence.
were at least entertaining, although next time I might have to kill them.
The effect of zombiedom appears to be gibberish as a first language, which has made talking to people quite interesting. So far I've managed to say "David Helfgott" when I meant "Robert Helpmann" - similar fields, although Helfgott is less the ballet type. I'm also having petering out conversations as my brain tries to remember what it was originally going to say.
It's days like these I feel that caffiene patches would not only be good, but an essential thing.
I think I also screwed up my sleeping patterns more than was strictly necessary by staying up to watch the documentary on Pontius Pilate. Very interesting, although making Dean even more cynical about the level of exaggeration in the Gospels:
"They're claiming 500 soldiers came to pick up Christ from Gethesemene! They probably didn't have 500 soldiers in the entire garrison! Makes you wonder how big the crowd with the loaves and fishes was.. probably 50 people and a dog. Or two."
I also hadn't realised Christ had been to Jerusalem for the festivals several times prior to that last, somewhat fateful time. Or that Passover was quite such a "two fingers up at the Romans" celebration. One thing I really did like about the doco was that the actor playing Christ looked Mediterranean (I actually thought he looked Lebanese, but his surname looked Italian. I'm splitting the diff) at least, and all the disciples looked Middle Eastern (surnames also looked Middle Eastern) - the only person who looked Western European was Pilate... About friggin time!
The other fascinating thing about it for me was how little things have changed in the Middle East in 2000 years. There were parts of the story that if you changed the nationalities slightly would be equally as relevant today. Making Leunig's cartoon from last Easter even more relevant.
Mostly this is because I didn't get to sleep until about 3.30am. No real reason, just couldn't quite get into the right state of mind to sleep. I gave up at about 1 and played Civ: Call to Power for another hour or so to try and drop me back out again.
This was after not getting to sleep until 2am on Sat: but that was due to the son of the owner-renovator next door having a party. They did turn the music off around 12 (thankfully - the bass was so loud it was vibrating the TV) but then we got to hear them staggering out, tripping over the renovation/building materials and generally failing to realise how loud they were. Still, fragments like:
"Nah... mate... nah.. really... you're too drunk to drive.."
"Nah... I'm fine.. really"
*crash* as someone falls over the fence.
were at least entertaining, although next time I might have to kill them.
The effect of zombiedom appears to be gibberish as a first language, which has made talking to people quite interesting. So far I've managed to say "David Helfgott" when I meant "Robert Helpmann" - similar fields, although Helfgott is less the ballet type. I'm also having petering out conversations as my brain tries to remember what it was originally going to say.
It's days like these I feel that caffiene patches would not only be good, but an essential thing.
I think I also screwed up my sleeping patterns more than was strictly necessary by staying up to watch the documentary on Pontius Pilate. Very interesting, although making Dean even more cynical about the level of exaggeration in the Gospels:
"They're claiming 500 soldiers came to pick up Christ from Gethesemene! They probably didn't have 500 soldiers in the entire garrison! Makes you wonder how big the crowd with the loaves and fishes was.. probably 50 people and a dog. Or two."
I also hadn't realised Christ had been to Jerusalem for the festivals several times prior to that last, somewhat fateful time. Or that Passover was quite such a "two fingers up at the Romans" celebration. One thing I really did like about the doco was that the actor playing Christ looked Mediterranean (I actually thought he looked Lebanese, but his surname looked Italian. I'm splitting the diff) at least, and all the disciples looked Middle Eastern (surnames also looked Middle Eastern) - the only person who looked Western European was Pilate... About friggin time!
The other fascinating thing about it for me was how little things have changed in the Middle East in 2000 years. There were parts of the story that if you changed the nationalities slightly would be equally as relevant today. Making Leunig's cartoon from last Easter even more relevant.
