You might not have noticed, but lately this slog has gone boring and lifeless. In fact, so lifeless that was it spotted on Mars, no one would give it a second glance. Last night in bed I had an idea (I always have lots of ideas in bed, most of which I forget when I fall asleep) on how to remedy this situation.

All normal days are in essence the same and boring. You don't remember most of them. If you look back you don't think there were anything worthwhile to remember. You can keep a journal, and just write down everything that happens, but this is boring. It's boring to do, it's boring to read, and it doesn't serve any grand purpose entertainment-wise. It does let you know what you did on whatever day four years ago, which may be interesting. I've kept a reasonably basic journal from time to time, though currently I haven't written anything in it for three months. It's mostly boring stuff, but it helps me remember some things. But that's not the point. The point is that all these boring days, that you don't remember anything from, most of them had moments that were fun. It can be small weird stuff that happened, or funny things people said, or just fun ideas that turned up in your head. I know this happens to me, but I seldom remember anything of it some days later, unless there's something specific to remind me about it. Now, if a little time is spent to write this stuff down when it happens (like a sentence in a notebook), it can be reconstructed pretty well. Meaning it's possible to write a story that, for every single day, captures all the interesting, stupid, weird, fun and so things that happened. At which point you, if you haven't previously, understand what I'm thinking about doing in this slog. And I can't help thinking that this text is unnecessarily long, but so be it.

At 1:08 last night, when I thought about this, I realised that I needed three, or four, things for this to work. 1) I needed a notebook, 2) I needed a pencil, 3) I needed a camera (OK, so not strictly needed, but some things really need a picture), and 4) A computer (laptop is to be prefered). Fortunetly I had, as it turned out, all these things. The camera, notebook and computer was bulky though, so it needed some work. It still does. Some of it is in the story of today, that might turn up here tomorrow, or next Sunday (this just being a random day selected to represent a random day). But I digress, which while being a fundamental and important factor of this slog, isn't always a good thing.

Having had this idea in bed, and not wanting to lose it, and having nothing to write it down to, I refrained from writing it down on my skin, but instead got up and fetched my notebook (bulky version). Having written it down, I hoped that it would become the resurrection of truly stupid logging, and might one day be remembered as the stupidest every, and I was happy. Even my stomached agree by a soft rumbling (although this might just have been hunger).

At which point I could have gone to sleep, had I been good at going to sleep, but instead I was kept awake by a lot of, sometimes, related ideas. Now, it really is hard to sleep with a head bustling with fresh and possibly entertaining ideas, especially when I feel like actually doing something with them (most of my ideas are not fun or entertaining, but often just programming solutions or retarded .. or both, and I am seldom have lazy-values low enough to do something with them). So I didn't get very much sleep, but I got a great opportunity of being blinded by the a lamp I switched on to get some light. And so I wrote some more stuff down.

Anyone who has been writing while in bed knows that unless you kind of sit up against the wall or something, there's not much to rest the notebook (or whatever) against. And at the time I was too distracted to think about this, so I used the famous "let's get a knee here somewhere to rest this against"-position with extras (so, one leg, for comfort, rested up against the wall, the other one was bent over my stomach, its knee being maybe two decimeters away from my head, and then the notebook was against the knee). It turned out that this worked very well for the initial burst of writing, but then it posed grave problem -- it made my arm ache verily, which wasn't nice at all. The problem was really that my arm had to be on it's own without much support and, kind of, write upwards, although that's a very bad description. I'd like to issue a safety warning about this, but I'm low on ink, so let's move on.

So I'll try to write something from every day when I have made a note of something interesting. I shall try to keep it a bit more entertaining than the above (which doesn't even qualify as a pilot). Also, I might add, I have no intentions of sticking to the truth or the real stuff if something else is more fun or sounds better. Also, I should have written something for today, but this kind of got in the way, plus, this is from today. There were much things for this day, but it will most likely ebb off a little as some things get old (or I get busy, lazy, tired or just stop to care).

And that's a lot of text, and here's me wanting to add my view of the different kind of blogs there's out there, but there's no time for it now. But as no one cares about that anyway, let's call it a good thing.

Cheers.

(Disclaimer: I reserve the right to ignore anything I have written here.)