July 15, 2004

Random Observation #771

As soon as you log out of your blog, you invariably think of just one more thing you absolutely must get posted before you forget.
Relatedly, if you think of a very witty, creative, and devastatingly clever post while lying in bed or while in the shower and you don't rush right to the computer to at least make a note about it, it will disappear from your head before you can dry off.

And why you need to dry off when you get out of bed, I really don't want to know.

Posted by LeeAnn at July 15, 2004 07:13 AM
Comments

Personally, I keep a stack of towels next to the bed for moisture emergencies.

Posted by: Harvey at July 15, 2004 08:43 AM

Well, my thought was 'waterbed sprung a leak?', but now the whole "moisture emergencies" thing is scarin' me... I mean, towelS? As in, more than one?
Now, I'm the one who doesn't wanna know...
(lol)

Posted by: Stevie at July 15, 2004 10:05 AM

usually i'm laying in bed and i think of all these awsomethings to post about or to write about and i think "i'll remeber it in the morning.." nope.. never happens i forget completely.

Posted by: pylorns at July 15, 2004 01:19 PM

All my devastatingly witty and clever posts disappear somewhere between log on and "save." It's like the friggin' Bermuda Triangle over here, I swear.

Posted by: topdawg at July 15, 2004 03:08 PM

Of course this is only for people who actually think of witty posts... in other words, not me. However, after reading this blog for quite a while, I conclude that you must "blog wet" all the time!

Posted by: Teresa at July 15, 2004 04:44 PM

I've heard that some authors actually keep a recording device at their bedside to record middle-of-the-night inspiration.

And yes, you've never seen me before. I don't have a blog, so I hope I'm not breaking etiquitte posting. I've been lurking for some time now.

*waves 'hi'*

Posted by: Harmony at July 15, 2004 08:56 PM

LeeAnn --

It occurs to me that we are all beginning to sound a little like Marcel Proust. Should we dry off and go for a walk?

Bob

Posted by: Bob Baird at July 15, 2004 09:06 PM

Harmony- Nonsense, you can lurk all you like, and comment as much as you feel the urge. :)
I was actually going to say "All are welcome" but then I'd have to follow up with "Cross over, cross over" in the voice of that little tiny woman from "Poltergeist", which scared the beejeebers out of me.

Bob- Pfftt, you silly man. Marcel didn't HAVE words, he was one of them thar mime critters.

Posted by: LeeAnn at July 15, 2004 09:08 PM

Wow, You learn something everyday. I didn't know Marcel Proust the French author of "La Bible d'Amiens and Sésame et les Lys" was a mime.

Maybe Marcel Marceau was also a French author.

I'll be quiet now.......

Posted by: zenwanderer at July 15, 2004 10:03 PM

Silly LeeAnn--stop logging out! It saves minutes!

Susie, logged-in since 2003...

Posted by: Susie at July 15, 2004 10:12 PM

Harmony - OO! OO! Stop by my place and lurk, too! And comment!

... um... I didn't scare you off with the towel thing, did I?

Posted by: Harvey at July 16, 2004 08:06 AM

What Susie said. Don't log out. Problem solved!

Posted by: Pixy Misa at July 16, 2004 12:50 PM

You know, I thought about that, but I was afraid it would run down the batteries in the MuNu server, or something equally clueless.
Oh, hush, at least I can cook.
No, oops, sorry, forgot... I can't.
Damn, I AM useless.

Posted by: LeeAnn at July 16, 2004 01:29 PM

About the tape recorder on the nightstand: I tried that for a short time because I'd get ideas for melodies or lyrics in the middle of the night.

Alfred Hitchcock used to tell a story:
A screenwriter/director/producer-type used to get amazing ideas for movie plots in the middle of the night, but was frustrated when he could not remember them in the morning.
So one night he decided to put a pen and paper next to his bed so that the next time he had an inspired idea he could jot it down and read it in the morning.
One night he awoke with a brilliant plot idea and worried that he'd forget by morning. He grabbed the pen and paper and jotted it down.
In the morning he remembered that he'd had a great idea but couldn't remember what it was. Then he remembered that he'd jotted it down on the pen and paper on the nightstand! He grabbed the sheet of paper and excitedly looked at what he'd written.
He read "Boy meets Girl".

Posted by: Tuning Spork at July 16, 2004 05:45 PM

I was made for loving you, baby!

Posted by: Jason Somerset at July 17, 2004 12:40 AM