Approximately (enter arbitrary number here, from this point forth, known as ZETA)+1 years ago, an executive of GrimCo Incorporated (name withheld for safety. Mine, not his. He threatened to sue, draw, and quarter me if I even mentioned his last name of... darn it! See what you almost made me do?!), after having a night full of debauchery with a room full of people and a few chinchillas, came up with a brilliant idea: Confetti Nuclear Missiles. These missiles would blow up an entire countryside, but leave behind shiny confetti to make the entire affair nice and festive for the conquering heroes. He decided this must be done and it must be done properly.

To accomplish this goal, the unnamed executive chose to create Department 36-b-1. The significance of that particular naming scheme for this particular department would be lost when he fell asleep that night, but he knew it was an important reason (it ended up being ALMOST the combination to his office safe. The “b” was actually a “6” written by an inebriated man). The paperwork was completed the very next day, and a portion of the building across the street was acquired for the purposes of the Department 36-b-1 doing research and development into creating such a missile to sell to all nations to make them blow things up with a smile. Five people were hired from the laundry department to do this job. They had no idea why they had been chosen for such a job, but the pay was amazing, and they liked watching things blow up. Confetti was nice, too.

So they set about their job. The first thing they needed to do was acquire a large piece of land to do the testing. About 50 miles away from across the street was a perfect piece of land. It was an old soccer field. Nobody played soccer anymore anyway. So they bought the land with their gigantic budget and began work on figuring out how to make a nuclear based missile leave behind confetti in a destroyed and irradiated soccer field. But first, the missile had to get there. Seeing as how a bunch of people from the laundry department were hired for this, they didn’t know that other departments had already accomplished the ability to shoot a missile to a specific location, and therefore felt they had to accomplish this goal on their own.

Fast forward to ZETA years ago, you know, ZETA+1 but -1 now? This isn’t rocket science. Fast forward to ZETA years ago, and the unnamed executive was presented with a piece of paper from his assistant. On it were the details of Department 36-b-1. The very sober executive felt this was a very dumb idea and asked the assistant to tell him who could possibly have come up with it. She pointed at his signature. He immediately said to bury the program. His assistant, Eugenia, decided that might be the best course of action and took the paper to her cousin in accounting.

Herbert Steinwein stared at the paper and wondered why his cousin had handed it to him. He saw her grocery list (not the sticky note with the actual instructions on it) stuck to the paper and felt that maybe the project had been named incorrectly. “Who would want a confetti nuclear missile,” he asked himself. So he renamed the project to “Confetti Ice Cream Toppings,” attached a budget to it, and threw it in the pile with the other things that he felt were done to the best of their ability, which included his submission to the “I Can Cure Cancer” contest his family was having back in Wyoming.

Fast forward again to ZETA-10 years ago. Carl Munchberg walked by that soccer club about 50 miles away from across the street and thought it’d be a good place for a house and a store. So he built one of each. For years, the city built up around his house and little store. The house was cute and the store sold some of the best ice cream in the tri-state area. People would come from miles around to eat the ice cream. And employees of GrimCo loved ice cream, as evidenced by Eugenia and her cousin Herbert. So they would move in to locations around the small store. Ciprania was born one sunny day when the incorporation papers were signed and Mayor Munchberg, whose son now ran the ice cream shop, sat in his new office chair and smiled at the view outside: a piece of green land that used to be part of a lonely soccer field. No one played soccer anymore anyway.

Fast forward finally to ZETA-ZETA years ago. In case you’re not catching on, that’s the present. Math is important, you know. Department 36-b-1 was never given a memo that the project had changed. They managed to test their missile and it finally flew farther than the launch pad. It managed to land right across the street, at one of GrimCo’s many buildings, just last week, which cemented the fact that they would never see the change in paperwork. To this day, they are still working on that missile. To this day, that little ice cream shop is still right in the middle of the little old soccer field that is right in the middle of the city of Ciprania, a city with a population in the thousands, instead of the population of ZETA-ZETA that it used to be when it was a nuclear missile test site. By the way, in case you were wondering, Eugenia’s cancer idea won the family contest. She was so proud. She even celebrated with a candy-confetti-topped ice cream from Ciprania.

(This was written as a stream-of-consciousness piece when I tried to imagine how the city of Ciprania (the name I gave to the community of people who support my creative endeavors) had come to be. And since most of them are also part of GrimCo/The League of Ordinary Gamers, I thought it fitting that this imaginary city sprang from that imaginary corporation. I hope you enjoyed this trip through my unfiltered brain.)

This blog used to have a lot of dieting posts on it and then I lost 100 pounds, got depressed and gained back 130 pounds. I'm in the process of getting back in shape again. But at the age of 45, it's much tougher than it was when I was in my 30s.

The January Change

Recently, I changed my eating habits. January 3rd, I went from being bad about eating to eating 150 carbs per day, 3 meals, and fasting for 16 hours. So I'd eat breakfast at 11am, then lunch at 2pm, and finally dinner at 6 pm. For those of you who already know the intermittent fasting concept, you'll notice that I actually did 17 hours of fasting because eating is when you start eating, not when you finish. So that's a 7 hour window of eating and 17 hours of fasting. For more info on intermittent fasting, see this video:

As for the food I eat, I eat 4 scrambled eggs for breakfast (practically no carbs), 2 sandwiches and a side for lunch (around 60-70 carbs), and whatever we have for dinner, but limited to 60-70 grams of carbs.

For fluids, I drink 64oz of green tea sweetened with 1/8th teaspoon of Stevia powder.

The February Change

But all of that changes again on Monday. Not a tremendous difference, but enough to cause real change. See, I've hit a plateau with my weight. I'm stuck at 347-349lbs. I was 362 when I started on January 3rd, so I've lost some weight. I also do some small weight lifting (working into larger weights) and have gained muscle, but I want to burn this fat off. So here are the changes I will start on Monday:

• I'm combining breakfast and lunch. I'll be having the scrambled eggs as sandwiches with a banana on the side. Eggs are nature's perfect food, basically. And I need a bit more potassium in my diet for many reasons.
• I'm adding a tablespoon of nutritional yeast to my scrambled eggs. They are VERY high in the different vitamin Bs and are easier for your system to absorb than a pill. The vitamin Bs are very important for metabolism and quite a few other things and I don't get nearly enough.
• I'll be eating at 1pm for breakfast and 6pm for dinner. So that takes me to 19 hours of fasting and a 5 hour window. See the above video for why.
• I'm adding 2 tablespoons of apple cidar vinegar to my green tea. Apple cidar vinegar is great for many things. It helps clean up bad proteins, clears up issues caused by a high alkaline body, etc. I've used it in the past to combat tooth infections and it worked amazingly. So I figured it's about time to put it back in my diet.
• I am also going to work towards waking up a bit earlier and getting some exercise in during the later hours of the fast versus after eating like I've been doing. It's always better to exercise in the morning, and currently I wake up about 15 minutes before work, since I work from home. I need to break that habit.

Conclusion

Those are the main changes. I'm hoping this helps me with the plateau I'm on. Once I'm used to it, in a couple of weeks, I'm going to make another change and move my eating time to 2pm, which will put me at 20 hours of fasting and 4 hours for an eating window. That should be the optimum to get the weight off. We shall see how it goes and find out if the intermittent fasting concept really works. It has so far as I've dropped from a fasting blood sugar of around 300 to around a 110 and have managed to stop taking insulin and I've lost 15 pounds in about a month.

If you'd like to keep up with how I'm doing, I post my weight and blood sugar levels on Twitter on a regular basis.

Hopefully this post has given you some ideas if you're struggling with blood sugar and weight issues like I am, but before you make any major changes like this, please consult your doctor. I have let mine know everything I'm doing every step of the way and we're keeping an eye on my blood work.

I’ve been pushing this particular artist all over the place on the interwebs. She’s known as Bayalee Fox1. She is my daughter’s friend. I happened to notice one of her videos one day on Twitter. I decided to go take a look. This is what I found:

That got my attention. So I went back and watched the other songs she had published at the time:

So this was a person who goes to school with my daughter, but she was quickly starting to sound like a professional musician. And I’m also a huge fan of the singer/songwriter style of music, so to me, this music was awesome!

I don’t really know what else to say that can’t be said by watching her videos. She is an amazing local artist. I’m quite fond of her music. And I really want as many people to hear it as possible. So, even though I’m posting it all over Twitter, I still wanted to write a short blog post to get all of my blog subscribers to go watch her also.

So make sure to visit her channel. Hit subscribe. Like every video you enjoy. Comment and tell her how awesome she is so she keeps it up. I think she’ll hit it big one day.

 Saph

1. Obviously. [↩]

I recently did something that felt weird. I posted a tweet that said “You are beautiful!” I didn’t target it to anyone. I just let it fly, and considering my tweets get “automagically” posted in other places, it went all over.

Why do I say it felt weird? Because it’s a very odd feeling to say that to perfect strangers. I knew it was going to be read by people who didn’t know me. I knew it might be an odd experience for them. But the thing is, although it was a weird experience, it felt good!

Everyone who responded loved it. And so I did it a second time and it felt just as good.

So why this post? Why is this post going to get shared all over Twitter very soon? Because I think people need to tell others how amazing they are. The world is full of hate, especially the anonymous Internet. This is a simple way to tell others how amazing they are, make them smile, and add a little joy to their lives.

So this is what I want you to do: Tweet out the title of this post. I’m making it easy for you to do below. And I’m serving up two flavors: one with a link to this post and one without so you can choose.

With a link to this post:

You are an amazing human being! #yaaahb http://saph.link/yaaahb

Tweet This

Without a link to this post:

You are an amazing human being! #yaaahb

Tweet This

And you don’t have to make it to everyone either. Feel free to tell even a single person how much of an amazing human being they are:

My mentor and friend, @purplementat, is such an awesome person! He knows why. I just wanted to say it out loud. #yaaahb

— Saphrym (@Saphrym) February 4, 2016

Just add the #yaaahb tag so we know how far the message is reaching. Here’s an easy way for you to do so:

YOUR MESSAGE HERE #yaaahb

Tweet This

Here’s an image you can use anywhere. Feel free to edit it any way you want or even make your own:

Pass on the message. Make a stranger’s day. Let everyone know they are amazing human beings!

Check this link to see far the message is spreading: Twitter Search for #yaaahb

It’s been almost exactly a year since last time I posted on this site. I apologize for that. A lot has happened in the last year that has kept me busy. For instance, I am the Chief Minion (Yes that is my actual title.) for PurpleMentat, a YouTuber I loved to watch and now work for. My nephews have also moved in with us. So there are six people living in the house now. And I’ve also decided to start creating content again.
PurpleMentat was the first person to offer me a job in the last few years. I’ve applied to many places. But now… I couldn’t have a better boss. He’s a great guy. He makes great videos. And I enjoy hanging out with his community every day.
My nephews were not in the best place. Their lives have been rather hectic and unhealthy. So we managed to get them here with us. They are happy and working towards a better education.
As for the last piece of news, I’m going to be creating my own YouTube videos. I also have a fictional blog that should be launched very soon. I’m quite excited to show it off. It’s been in the works for years. I’m also having a lot of fun learning the various Adobe creative tools since my wife is now a teacher and we have an educational subscription giving us access to ALL of them.(I'm in creator heaven.) So expect a few random things to come out of my experiments with the software. For instance, I just learned a bit about Adobe Audition, an audio editing program, and the result of a recent goofy moment is here:

I almost forgot. I also started a Patreon campaign. I would love for you to check it out.
And one other thing: Come chat with me in my Discord channel. I’d love to hang out with you.
Saph looks around the site and smiles.
“It’s good to be home.”

Death gleefully hugged her only years ago.
I can remember the existence of my mom.
I remember I loved her.
I remember the way she skipped out
of a restaurant just to give people
something
to talk about.

I can remember the fights.
I remember my mother
firing bullets from her teeth
for my teen-aged crimes.
Those bullets
strengthened me.

I can remember the music.
She

loved

music.
I sung her favorite songs,
and she would dance with
the moon.

I can remember her hospital shroud.
I remember my daughter
was too young to
remember
her.

I can remember losing her
before
truly
knowing her,
in the way a son knows his mother
after he has grown up and had a child
of his own.
I remember hellfire anger.
I screamed at the night sky
craving for it to open
and let her escape.

I can remember time
slowly crawling,
twisting sorrow’s blade.

I can remember sitting
with her purse cradled,
opened,
staring at the words
of a poem I wrote
at the age of eight,
never knowing she kept it,
never knowing where
it had journeyed.

“Love is like a rose,
covered in pain…”
it began.

I can remember tears.

You know. I turned 40 almost 5 hours ago. I’d love to be able to write something profound. My 40 years of experience had to create some kind of grand view of life, right? Not really. Things are much the way they were when I was a “young’un.”

I still need to respect my elders, there’s just less of them.

I remember doing terribly unintelligent and sophomoric things when a large group of us got together. It still happens. The name just changed from “clique” or “gang” to “congress” and/or “congregation.”

I still shouldn’t eat cake before dinner, or at all.

I still play games, although the substance of those games has changed dramatically over the years. It started with Hungry Hippo, switched to Relationship Bingo, and is now Guess Which Body Part Hurts.

Speaking of games, I still have to give pedestrians the right of way, no matter how many points they may be worth.

That daily Flintstone vitamin I chewed on because it tasted like candy is still around. The one I take is no longer chewable and it’s accompanied by various other pills based on those hurting body parts.

My brain is still the same but reversed; My words have gotten longer and my memory shorter.

People still hurt each other for no good reason. “Slenderman” is not a reason, much less a good one. And if you don’t get the reference, imagine killing in the name of Santa to make sure he brings you the gift you want for Christmas. Although, there are certain gifts… um… nevermind.

Sticking a hairpin in an electrical socket is still bad for everyone involved. Don’t do it.

See? Nothing truly profound. Just a lot of the same stuff. Turning 40 is just like turning 30, or maybe 21. Ok, maybe not JUST like turning 21. That’s pushing it a little.

“Qoozins” was the name I came up with for some cartoon characters I created a long time ago. I made them based off people I knew and animals we had.

The guy with the three hairs on the top of his head was actually a redesign of an old logo I used to use to represent Saphrym.

I wanted to redo him to fit the new style I wanted to use for the Qoozins brand.

I also made another change. The pink bear was to represent my daughter’s online alias of Coral J. Bear. However, she no longer likes pink. She loves purple now. So I recently redesigned her:

That’s it for the Qoozins. I don’t know if I’ll make any more of these, but I do still like them. So maybe one day I will.

Let me know in the comments if you enjoyed these. Maybe I’ll make some more if there is any demand for them.

My style of writing is a bane to college professors everywhere. I normally end up with lower grades because of it, but I don’t really mind. It’s the way I write and I like writing this way. See, my mind works a little different than some people. I write better than I speak. When talking, I forget words.

For example, one day I had to look at my wife and say,
“You know the word. It’s got pages and you read it.”
“That’d be a book, dear.”
“Right. Book.”

However, when I’m typing, words flow out of me that I sometimes didn’t even know I knew. It’s funny, but I “overthink” when I speak, instead of when I write.

When I write, I just let the words flow and put down the ideas as fast as I possibly can. I don’t take many pauses and I don’t do much editing like people would say needs to be done. I fix spelling mistakes and such as I find them because I tend to type in a dyslexic manner, but otherwise I let the language stay natural. I also tend to put my thoughts in wherever they may show up. One example would be the quick dialogue I put in the middle of my explanation in the previous section. Another would be (and this happens often with me sometimes) when I put things in parentheses right in the middle of my sentences. Those are the “asides” that my brain may branch off to while I’m typing. I don’t think about it, I just put them there. I think it feels more “natural” to do so.

Sometimes I also put words in a visual manner to make the pauses and necessary inflections. For example, I could type, “That was incredible!” or, I could type “That was in-cred-i-ble!” There is emphasis on the different syllables in the word and the reader tends to read it that way with the dashes. I like to make the words look the way they sound in my head. My creative writing professors have always loved that style. Grammar professors, not so much.1

So, as an exercise, as you comment on this post, type exactly what you’re thinking. It makes it feel more like a conversation instead of a “formal typing experience” which sounds much less fun.

1. For example, that was not a complete sentence just then, but you got the point, and probably grinned just like I did when I thought it and typed it. [↩]

So while being stuck in bed because you’ve got the flu, or your foot was operated on, there are always ways of amusing yourself. Some are rather obvious, like taking cold medicine. That’s always an enjoyable experience, right?1 Here’s a few of the less obvious2 ways to amuse yourself when you’re sick as a dog:

10. Staring at the ceiling and making pictures with the little dots. I found Charlie Brown a couple of days ago. However, he morphed into Arnold Schwarzenegger while looking at him, so that may have been the Nyquil. I don’t know.

9. Again, staring at something can be quite amusing. In this case I was staring at a digital frame. I had it loaded with pictures of the in-laws and pictures of farm animals. After a while the two started merging in my brain. Was rather hilarious to me.

8. Realizing you can sing much lower. Seriously, have you ever been sick and noticed your voice dropped an octave? Now you can do the Barry White solo with ease. Just don’t try in the shower ’cause the steam clears out your throat and you start sounding more normal. Kind of throws off the mood.

7. Reading is always a great way to pass the time when you’re sick. Of course, you might want to stay away from the fantasy and horror books. With the medicine and the delirium of a fever, you start imagining some of the stories coming true. Can be rather scary. This is one of those few times a guy is allowed to read a romance novel.3

6. Write a book. Since you’re just laying there, you might as well make good use of the time. Write a book. Just realize that when you finally get well again you will not be able to read your handwriting. And if you use the “writing it in my head” method, also realize that your “sick” head and “well” head are two different things. Therefore, your “well” head won’t remember anything that your “sick” head did anyway.

5. Practice origami. I made some swans that could flap their wings, a frog that could really jump, and a boat that could really float. I also made some Chinese throwing stars and practiced throwing them at the ceiling. I even manged to hit Arnie right in the nose.

4. Silly Putty. Can’t say this enough. If you have a little plastic egg with some of this stuff in it, feel free to play with it for hours. It’s quite the stress reliever. And if you have some newspaper, you’re set. You’ll be copying comics all day and reading them backwards. Just don’t try and use it as a bouncy ball when you have a furry pet. It becomes fuzzy. And fuzzy Silly Putty is not a fun thing to play with at all.

3. Speaking of toys, my Rubik’s cube got plenty of use out of it. The stickers won’t stick to it anymore. So now it’s really easy to solve. All of the faces are black. Doesn’t matter how much I mix it up, it’s always solved.

2. Cell phones are fun. You can play games on them. You can make prank phone calls. However, it’s very hard to dial *67 before making a phone call with a cell phone. So prank phone calls don’t work as well when the person picks up and says “Hi Mike.”

1. The best way to amuse yourself when you’re sick as a dog is to build a play mountain out of the sheets and bed spread. Look around for items you can use as army men. Now just fill in the rest with your imagination. The really great thing is when your wife comes in and sees you playing like a little kid, she’ll only think you’re delirious from the medication and let you get away with it. Make sure to include plenty of >pyoo pyoo< noises when firing the imaginary guns. You won’t be able to do them any other time.

What do you like to do to keep yourself amused when you’re sick as a dog?

1. Notice the sarcasm. [↩]
2. Yes. I know video games exist. I play them often. But notice the operative words there are “less obvious” [↩]
3. And yes, I know this one breaks the rule of being less obvious. I wrote the rules though. [↩]

Love is like a rose, covered in pain.
Trying to understand it will drive you insane.
People have tried to learn how it makes you feel,
But the thing about love is no one ever will.
Love is like the water which can smoothly flow
It is also like a turtle which moves very slow.
Love is like the sun which shines from day to day,
But it can also make your heart break in every kind of way.
Love is hard to understand,
And the Lord knows I never can.1

1. Written at the age of 8. I was looking for love at an early age. ;) [↩]

Turn signals are a wonderful invention. They let people know when a driver is going to make a turn. They also let drivers know when a lane change will be taking place. Turn signals only work if the other drivers know how to use them.

Reason #1: A gray Chrysler LeBaron is moving along in front of me. The right turn signal on it is winking at me in a sickly red color. I prepare to stop for when the old vehicle decides to make the right turn. That decision seems to take a while, because even after seventeen available roads on the right, the car has decided the only reason it is winking is to try to secure a date with my own, much younger, Chrysler PT Cruiser. Turn signals only work if people actually turn when they are on.

Reason #2: A black Ford Mustang is blazing towards the corner on my left. It’s right turn signal is blinking to let me know I can pull out and make the right hand turn I would like to make as the Mustang will be turning into the lane to my left. As I start to pull out, the Mustang blazes once again, but this time it is its very loud and angry horn. The Mustang does not turn. It continues along the path I was about to take. Again, turn signals only work if people actually turn when they are on.

Reason #3: A line of three nondescript vehicles are congregating on the corner to my left. I want to go forward. I don’t know if they are in a book club together or perhaps they just want to share cups of tea at the same place, but all three vehicles decide to turn right. All three have smiling faces and bubbly attitudes as they pass me. Just as they do, a long line of cars come from the right and block my attempt to move forward. Turn signals only work if people actually turn them on when they are about to turn.

The LeBaron, Mustang, and bubbly vehicles have now caused me to fear turn signals. I can never trust them whether they are blinking or not. If you start seeing large holes in tail lights of passing vehicles, you now know that I have started my personal vendetta against the turn signals of the world. They shall never fool me again!

Five bucks? Yep. Five bucks. Here is what I’m proposing that has worked well for me in the past when it comes to deciding what entertainment to buy:

1. When purchasing entertainment, determine how many hours of fun you’ll get out of that particular entertainment.
2. Multiply that number of hours by five bucks.
3. Determine if the cost of the entertainment is below that amount. If so, purchase it. If not, consider it more carefully or just walk away.

For instance, when I want to purchase a video game, I decide about how many hours will be played. I don’t mean how many hours the game says it has. I mean how many hours will definitely be played1. An example would be the more recent Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. Over the years, I’ve loved open-world games and have played many hours in each. So I figured, at the least, I’d spend 20 hours in the game. 20 times five bucks is $100. Was the price of $60.00 worth it? Yes, although I got it for free as a gift.

Another example would be a board game. Let’s consider Cranium. It costs around $30. I figure my family and I will play at least three hours of it2. Now here is where it gets a little different. My family consists of four people who regularly game together. Four times three hours is 12 hours. Five bucks an hour would be $60. Is $30 worth it? Yes. I count the total hours of fun had by each person.

I even used this method for considering my Xbox 360 purchase a couple of years ago. My daughter and I would definitely play it. We would get at least 50 hours a piece with all the future game purchases, video watching, etc. That is 100 hours times five bucks. I paid much less than $500, so it was definitely worth it. If you have deeper pockets, feel free to up the amount.

What do you think of this idea? Do you have your own method of determining entertainment purchases? Feel free to share in the comments.

1. It’s common for me to quit a game before ever finishing it. [↩]
2. possibly much more [↩]

Alzheimer’s disease is a disorder that is associated with progressive dementia that ultimately terminates in death.  What would it be like to lose many if not all of your memories?  If you had to rely on notes to yourself to remind you of who you are and what you are about as a person, what would you write down?

I have a hard time with certain memories as it is now. Names and dates tend to leave my brain almost instantly. I can barely remember what I had for breakfast. My short-term memory is just really bad. I’ve learned a lot to help it by using numbers as they are the only thing I’m good at remembering. But if I lost all of my memories and basically had to read a diary every morning, here are a few things I might put in there:

“Your name is Michael.

You have a wife named Angela and a daughter named Nicole.

Your wife is that lovely woman you see on your phone when you press the button. Your daughter is the girl next to her.

Your wife is a very loving person. She is kind. She works too hard but she does a good job at anything she puts her mind to.

Your daughter likes to whine now, but hopefully that’ll go away one day. If she’s not doing it the next time you see her, make sure to tell her she’s doing a good job. Otherwise, she is very smart. So be careful about anything she asks. She might be trying to get away with something.

The four animals belong to your family. The black cat is Sega. She likes to lay on you at night. The big black dog is Solitaire. She likes to lick faces and play volleyball with balloons. The pug is Sora. She’s your wife’s dog. And the rat, I mean little dog, is Sony. He’s your best bud. Make sure to let him get in your arms and say hi or else he’ll bark at you all day.

You are a writer. On the computer is a file your wife will point out to you. Read it. And then add to it. You’ll be able to once you’re caught up. Just don’t forget to not try to make it into a novel. You’ll have a hard time catching up tomorrow. Just sell the short stories.

Also, if it is Monday or Wednesday, you’re going to have company at 4:30pm. You mentor a few boys. Your job is only to play games with them and help them with their school work. Don’t worry. You’ll like them.

Before bed, make sure to add anything else to this you might want to remember. But keep it short. Thanks!”

I am my family. That’s why I listed them first.

(This question was posted to my college forums and this was my answer. I decided to share with you guys. What would your answer be?)

If you’ve seen the television show, “How I Met Your Mother,” you probably know about the rule to never do anything after 2 a.m. I do not fully agree with that rule as some of my best work has come after 2 a.m., but I will offer this little example of what happens when it is after 2 a.m., I’m sitting in a new chat room to test it out, and I start typing…

[02:52]Saphrym: Hello?
[02:52]Saphrym: How are you?
[02:52]Saphrym: I’m fine. You?
[02:52]Saphrym: Good. Could always be better of course.
[02:52]Saphrym: Of course.
[02:52]Saphrym: So, how do you like that show Game of Thrones?
[02:53]Saphrym: Loving it. I want to read the books now.
[02:53]Saphrym: Me too.
[02:53]Saphrym: Well, duh. You are me.
[02:53]Saphrym: Oh. Right. Sorry. Forgot.
[02:53]Saphrym: Awkward.
[02:54]Saphrym: Tell me about it.
[02:54]Saphrym: I just did.
[02:54]Saphrym: Oh.

So there you have it. A chat room, two minutes of free time, and a 2 a.m. “giddyness.” This is the kind of stuff I do. And to think, I was alone in there with no plans to share any of this with you guys until I read it over again and decided, why not.