http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzEKV2z0QwI

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envied. I'm a firm believer in "Cogito, ergo sum"

Huckabees WOOP WOOP this is one of my fave movies of ALL TIME.

I say pity. I find when I have those moments when I'm thinking of nothing, it's like... there's a big nothing but everything at the same time. I love it

Sigh. I can only achieve this if I self-medicate, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Definitely not by bonking myself in the face, repeatedly.

i'm telling you, bonking works!

but yeah, it's a metaphor, if you know what i mean, and i think you do.

*grins mischievously*

Pitied. (Seriously, someone pity me!) I'm endlessly distractible. I'm always thinking something (usually of the worrying variety). There are nights I can't get to sleep without actively thinking "go to sleep" at myself for several minutes at a time... like a mental white noise thing. And it frequently takes several tries to even manage that. I'm perpetually sleep-deprived.

(Maybe that's why I like doing comedy so much? Not that I don't think when I'm up there, but when things are going right, the whole of my concentration is on the performance -- timing myself off the audience, thinking of how exactly to deliver the next line, and so on. I've always thought of it as some kind of trance, with "trance" maybe in quotation marks to denote hyperbole. But maybe it's just simple focus, which I can't really achieve with any reliability off stage. Hm.)

there's this book Stung which was made into a movie called Owning Mahoney or something.

anywho, this guy embezzles loads of cash to support his gambling addition. the thing is, he's a great worker. he throws himself into his work, working all the time and with remarkable purpose and tenacity. not to compensate for his misdeeds or placate his guilt. no. he does it to so occupy his time, efforts and thoughts such that he has no time to think of the disaster he's headed for.

Is that the one with the actor with three names? I think I've seen it

I just IMDB'd it. Philip Seymour Hoffman is the guy, yeh that was a good movie.

yeah, that's it. never saw it. the book was super fab, tho. but yeah, whether you medicate, hit yourself in the head with a ball, or become a work-aholic, they're all coping mechanisms. the work-aholic option doesn't sound too appealing, tho.

@SRB: True, unless you love your job, then maybe.

yeah i'd pity them. i really love that i understand this.

@SRB: that metaphor only lasts a couple seconds, is unpredictable and unreliable. I think I like the other thing better.

Plus, it's perfectly cceptable to do it outdoors, in mixed company.

man, i should stop by more often, if for no other reason than to see how creepy i've been to nomi.