That's right They Might Be Giants, they are.
As every sane person knows, the only sensible approach to the necessity of getting up early is to be still awake when it arrives. For, as They Might Be Giants point also out (strangely enough in the lyrics of the same song I take tonight's title from) sleeping is a gateway drug to being awake again (they're an odd lot; as evidence, I present the rest of the barking mad lyrics of the song 'Wearing a Raincoat.' This might help too) and a side effect of being awake again is the 'wha? 7am? Fwaa, sassinfasamahsnooooooore'. This doesn't happen with being awake right now mind you - it is only being awake again, the reversion from the not-being-awake state, that I find causes real problems. You may be tired during the day, even exhausted, but you certainly (or I certainly, anyway; I don't know about you lot) stop in the middle of the day, say about 1:37pm , and think "the idea of me being awake in 5 minutes time is totally abhorrent to me" - I mean, you already are, and have been for hours - why get worried now? Being awake in itself is then clearly not the problem. Hell, I like awake. But yet I run into this 'Awake? Nooooooo! Not so soon! Not now! Not AWAKE!' feeling probably 80 percent of mornings on which I have to get up merely anytime before I am good and ready, never mind early. And I imagine quite a few people do. If someone was to complile a list of mankind's most hated inanimate objects, I imagine alarm clocks would feature reasonably high up, probably slotting in somewhere between 'land mines' and 'Don Brash'.
Anyway, the point of this long winded rant is that this is a problem I might have expected to have temporary relief from, what with work at university having shrivelled away to nothing for at least a week or two - but no. The universe has dictated that the World Cup is on, and somehow, despite the clearly evidenced prejudices found above, I have still dragged myself out of bed at around 6:30 am a couple of times already, and will probably do at least couple of more times, to watch a couple of pretty random countries play soccer against each other. Why was I compelled to ignore the sheer horror of 6:30am for Poland vs. Ecuador? Who knows, but I was, and I will get up at 6:30 am and watch more yet. It is good stuff.
What have we learned? Do I love soccer so much that it completely cancels out my physical distaste for getting up too early? That seems unlikely. And yet, I don't mind! I think we must therefore conclude that the key problem lies in getting up too early in order to go and do something you don't really want to.
It is this fact that gives me pause when considering the potential possibility of a job at Tower Insurance that apparently begins at 8:30 every morning.
That and, you know, the evil. Stay tuned, however, for a possible shift to the Dark Side.
And with that he segues into the random thought for today: how come none of those "Top 10 Sexually Suggestive Lines from Star Wars" emails never include the second one here?
Anyway, I promised a report on the 48 hour film weekend. One is indeed underway, but like much of the blogging this year, it has taken on sort of epic 'yet to be finished' quality. As it's important then I think for me to (re?)master the art of blogging short posts with no actual content in them, I may just finish this one here and get round to that whole finishing part later in the week...in time for the final on C4 on Friday, perhaps. In the meantime though, you'll just have to enjoy that post's promotional image.
Switzerland 2 Togo 0. But will they be turning the power off in Geneva? I think not.
And now to go and continue my strange and sudden obsession with the Simon and Garfunkel song "The Only Living Boy in New York."
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