This intrigues me, the idea of spying on my own body. It's kind of, I don't know, EXPENSIVE, and it probably isn't entirely accurate but I think I've become self-obsessed enough that charting, and holy Gee, graphing (my heart is beating faster) my activity level and calorie burn sounds like so much fun I don't even know what to do with the idea.
Of course, then I'll want to start ANOTHER blog where I post my charts and graphs and analyze the data and perform a meta-analysis of my analysis of the data.
But my dissertation and my novel--nay SERIES of novels, I'm an AOSC (always obsessive sometimes compulsive)--would suffer even further.
I could really use the time that I'm NOT graphing and charting my bodily functions to take care of Baby Nerd, be nice to Nerd Husband, and worry that all sci-fi and fantasy contrivances are flimsy and transparent and cliched and interfere with the story.
Like today, today I'm really phlegmatic--in nose and decidedly not in personality--and my throat hurts so I haven't showered or removed my pajamas. Baby Nerd sleeps happily in her swing, which is good because she's a little cranky as she shares my phlegmy state (I'd say she's phlegmatic in nose AND personality, though, to her credit.) I'm still trying to watch Dune in the director's cut (I've only seen the mini-series and never this one with a totally cutie baby-faced Kyle MacLachlan) and I'm really enjoying worrying about the conceits of my novel. I mean can you come up with a sci-fi and fantasy conceit that hasn't been done before? Or is it sort of like the Greeks and drama--no one expects you to reinvent the wheel--they want to see all the old chestnuts but done well and with flair? (This is not necessarily a rhetorical question but if the comments section remains blank we'll pretend it was.)
And when I say I'm enjoying worrying about the conceits in my novel, I am sincere. I mean really enjoying it. It's productive worry. But the bodybugg might take away the time I have to pursue productive stress and anxiety. Stress is highly underrated--stress is a good thing. Without stress you die.
Still, if someone wanted to give me a free bodybugg, I wouldn't throw it at them...
No not as in "Bring out the..."
GIMP software--almost as good as Photoshop (I haven't explored yet, maybe as good? or
BETTER? I'm an optimist) and FREE.
I've been wanting to buy or ahem, borrow, a copy of Photoshop for positively AGES to go along with my digital photography addiction and then, thanks to a fellow blog nerd, found THIS:
GIMP LINK--the Gnu Imaging software.
(Anyone else remember "No Gnus is good Gnus with Gary Gnu")
Unfortunately, it has created another time black hole for me and my obsessive-compulsive tendencies. I already waste a lot of time in Kodak Easy Share and Microsoft Picture Manager. Can you imagine what software of this caliber is going to do to poor Baby Nerd (who is currently putting a plastic bag
over her head)?
Holy pixelation, Batman, does this ROCK or what?
Okay, Baby Nerd.
Sheesh. Can't she wait to go all cyanotic until I finish a POST for goodness sake?
