Friday, June 18, 2010

Sleeping is giving in, no matter what the time is

Sleeping freaks me out.

Ironic, because it should be really peaceful.

But the idea of laying down and then losing control of my brain and body really scares me lately. You know, you just lay there, waiting for sleep to come, and you can never remember the moment where you slip from consciousness into unconsciousness because you get there so gradually. It's kind of like playing "the game." If you think about "the game," you lose. If you think about sleeping, it escapes you. It's really a bizarre experience. And no one know why we need to sleep!

Thanks to xkcd who sums it up pretty much perfectly.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

News Flash

I am afraid of my sewing machine.

It is broken. And has been broken for months.

I bought this super awesome vintage pattern to make on it, and some super awesome expensive fabric, and cut it all out, and then started to sew--

and it stopped working.

And I chickened out! I have hands, right? I can sew things still, right? Not quite as sturdy, so I probably can't sew that dress, but I could still make other things, right?

Wrong. I can't make this, or this, or this.

And I want to make all of them.

I already took it to one of my sewing savvy friends to look at, but she just said I need to buy some sewing machine oil and grease it up, and then tighten all the stuff inside. And find a way to make the reverse pedal not stick any more.

But have I bought the oil? No. Have I tried to unstick the pedal? No.

Because I am afraid of it.

Afraid of my potential. Afraid of my power with the machine.

Yeah. That must be it.