I can write ‘Morning People’ (or, as they can alternately be called, ‘Not Evening People’) pretty well since I am one.
When I was in college, I tried being an evening person. You know, staying up til all hours trying to get projects finished for classes.
It wasn’t until after I graduated and discovered (through an odd series of events) that I did much better work much faster in the mornings than I did at night when everyone else was grabbing coffees and getting down to brass tacks.
What should have been a dead giveaway to my inability to work at night is that, unless I was careful to prepare myself with attitude and caffeine, I would start becoming useless by ten or eleven. Work slowed to a crawl and as the night wore on, I found myself thinking I heard voices or that there were people in the apartment with me, or I would just waken hunched over my drawing board with a tiny, intricate scribble in place of what I had, moments before and unconsciously, believed to be a finished drawing of a fish.
Morning people are morning people. Just don’t chirp at me. But even still, on occasion that chirp can be up late. Or like me, I actually hoist an eyelid on a bright morning…
Kara has a right to ascertain that Hubris is indeed firing enough braincells to be awake… and I can understand too, after one of his usual twisted tangles of days and having supper with a raccoon, that he double check about Bob. Kind of puts perspective on all this mayhem about to come. (hey I really want bobbing for apples in a pail of night crawlers!!!!! And the return of the swamp run… yeah. Cardboard and duct tape kayaks–only way to drown or redo your dental work!)
One can dream of Bob. One can not, then, undream of Bob afterward. This causality as it is taught in the Book of Bob.
No, no, no, no. “Bob’s” from the Church of the Subgenius. And that Bob looks nothing like our Bob.
chuckles
Bob isn’t a dead spirit, he is a FREE SPIRIT. it’s really different Hubris.
I know, I wouldn’t mind being on his team for sure. hehe
Reminds me of the old Jonathan Katz line.
I’ve been to four funerals this month and I’m not really a mourning person.
Wow. Kara’s got some SERIOUS toenails! (She should have kept ’em for the rock climbing event!)
In college, I became an evening person, but for different reasons. I’ll share details after the statute of limitations runs out.
Hurbis … I hear voices too … they tell me that I’m useless and I should give up on my charity … then another voice tells me I’m not useless … it gets annoying hearing voices in my head.
I used to get voices like that when I was on whitewater. Once I learned that if I think “Shut Up. I’m working here” they quit the back-and-forth, and I could concentrate on saving my life. I still tell ’em to can it when they get useless.
Ah … but for years, my “womb donor” also called me useless when I was kid, and my “peers” in the group home, and in school called me a “useless loser” … so the negative voice wins 99.999% of the time.
I just wish I could get some angel investment into my charity so I can register is as a Legal Not-For-Profit and then an actual charity. :S
BOBS NOT HERE!!