Five Weird Things about Slee
I was tagged by the lovely carmine_rose for the 5 Weird Things Meme, and how could one resist the charms of the UK's most alluring TA?!?
- I can't fall asleep unless my entire body is covered up to the neck with covers in all but the most uncomfortably hot weather. Also, I need the maximum weight of blankets allowed by the ambient temperature of the bedroom. No extremities can hang over the edge with the exception of my feet, which can hook the bottom of the mattress as long as the covers are folded under them, providing a monster-proof shield of protection.
I highly advise against this cocoon/funeral shroud sleeping arrangement despite it being very comforting. By reducing the likelihood of accidental contact with your partner, you've essentially destroyed any probability of late night "couplings of opportunity". Blankets protect against not only monsters, but nookie as well.
- I have a phobia about being in the process of walking up or down staircases when a grandfather clock finishes chiming. (They said weird facts, right?) I have no idea whence this comes, but it's likely related to staying up until I began hallucinating in the summers during my tween/teen years. Lots of crazy thoughts go through your head after playing 8 straight hours of Atari Pitfall, I guess.
- I've mentioned it a dozen times before, but my dislike of eggs deserves repeating solely because of the outraged or disbelieving reactions it inspires when people find out.
- In times of extreme stress, I withdraw in a very specific, very geeky way - retro gaming. Instead of facing the reality of, say, a new child or problems at work, I spend HOURS playing emulated versions of arcade classics like Frogger, Rally X, Asteroids and Donkey Kong. Even amateur psychologists can crack this one - regression to my childhood provides an escape from the responsibility of adulthood. That, and I fucking LOVE the theme song to Tron.
- The fifth comes from my wife: I'm extremely anal about my laundry. Certain shirts need to be hanger-dried rather than put in the dryer. Specific shirts need to be hung on sloped jewel hangers (to avoid shoulder puckers!) with only the top button fastened. All shirts need to be hung such that the hook of the hanger faces to the left when the garment faces forward.
Wow, she's right. That does sound crazy when you put it in writing. To be fair, though, a lot of that comes from the 3 years I spent in high school working at a dry cleaners. That shit will warp your mind.
This weekend was a gigando waste. We have neighbors who are notorious for pawning their kids off on others (with good reason - their son is a guardianship challenge), so my Saturday was spent trying to avoid children and watching 8 straight hours of Freaks and Geeks - a show of which I'd never seen a complete episode until yesterday. And while I was thrilled that my beloved Stillers kicked butt today in the AFC Championship game today, I was less excited about my kids bailing on our beach plans. Alas, the lure of playing with Brady's new Roboraptor - a late X-mas present from their Uncle Erik - proved too strong.
Here's hoping for a good week for everyone!
