  Since about first year university, my sleep patterns have slowly flipped over, making me more often than not nocturnal.
Now that I've spent a few months being nocturnal, evidently, I'm flipping it over again, so, theoretically, I may just eventually go back to having a regular night's sleep. (Haaa! last time I had a regular night's sleep was grade eight. I meant that I will start going to sleep around normal society's bedtime. ) Before I get there, though, there is a problem. I can't sleep until about 1pm, and when you go to work at 4pm till at least 1am, you're one tired, tired pizza vampire.
In other news, scientists have discovered a cure to genius and criminal behaviour; leastwise in men. It's called marriage. Read all about it here: http://www.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,4057,6729280^13762,00.html Looked in the mirror yesterday, and decided to pluck out the grays. Moderate sucess, until I parted my hair another way. Flipped through my hair somewhat unbelieveing, to discover I'm gray all over - not uniformly gray, of course, but about 2% of my hair all over my head is devoid of pigment. It's not particularily troubling, but, wow. When I first strated getting grays when I was 17, it was all in one spot. I rather thought that the same deal was happening. Ironic really, since I look like I'm about sixteen and have the gray hair thing happening.
Read something interesting the other day: In a Fark forum someone had asked why 50s pinup girls had Very White skin. Another said that he was under the impression that as a society, we find what is beautiful is hard to accomplish. White white skin then was considered appealing because then the common person had a tan, becuase manual labour was the middle-of-the-road type of job. Later on, tans became appealing, because it indicated you were in a position to take vactions allowing for sun. I think this could also be applied to the fat/skinny problem happening now. In certain times, the more you weighed, the healthier you were; well, more accurately, the weathier you were - most people could afford to be fat.
Now, we live in times where something healthy to eat is way more expensive than say, a burger, so skinniness is in. It's harder to be skinny, unless, of course, you've got the skinny genes. I think if I'm on the right tack with this it would also have implaications again of what we find attractive.
The going theory is health is attractive, hence tans, curves, etc. But, I think that it's more that wealth is attractive. Sort of an ugly thought, really, that we may be just be as mercantile as all that. On the other side of things, it does in oblique way support the health thing. For instance, wealthy folks have better resources to maintain health. There's the Semi-Large thought of the day. Been spending some hang time with the giraffe neighbour. Kurt keeps picking up that the dude has/had a crush on me. The neighbour is complimentary. (As a side note, Kurt's not threatend, likes the guy, etc. At the same time it's bit uncomfortable, and uncomfortable to me as well. Thing is though, it's done in such a way as not to be come ons, just niceness. ) At what point is that line crossed?
Kurt has mentioned that a few people in the past has cornered and interogated him about how he managed to marry me. He's of the mind that those guys are being vaguely disrespectful by mentioning such things, but judging by what those coversations said, it seems to me that the boys are being rather admiring of Kurt, a sort of pat on the back for a job well done.
I'm starting to think Kurt has pretty unusual sensibilities about such things, or I do. At a wedding last year, one of Kurt's sisters-in-law was hugely and clumsily hitting on him, while I was around. It was about a month or two after we got married, and this girl did know we were newlyweds. It was even to the point where this girl was being overtly friendly to children I had previously befriended. I found the whole thing to be peculiar and humorous. Mostly humorous, though. Kurt on the other hand was filled with a full-on righteous rage - saying things to me such as "What kind of a man does she think I am? " and other similar questions. I've been hit on a few times since our wedding, and I have to say, for the most part it's humorous.
(Sometimes scary, because, well, I've always felt being hit on was scary. ) But, on the other hand, should a person that knew myself and Kurt, knew that we were married, and crossed a line with me, I'd be murderous. It is, I think, only in these circumstances would I be pissed. If it were a guy friend, for example I'd have big betrayal issues, and so on and so forth. But since the girl at the wedding wasn't a friend, didn't know me, it was somehow okay, and sort of complimentary to me.
Right. Got all that? Good. Now, tell me, does it make sense? 
