There was a period when I thought that the alarm on my phone was dysfunctional. Buggy. Broken.
As it turns out, the alarm works just fine — but I’m largely immune to its effects. This morning, after retiring to bed around 3, I decided that I needed to get up around 9 to prepare for my tute at 12. Alarm is set for 9, I go to bed. 6 hours later that alarm goes off, but after a minute or so of not-really-loud noisemaking the alarm turns itself off. I slept through it because it just isn’t loud enough. Thankyou T68i, I’ve missed my tute.
As much as the prospect of plugging my old red-LED clock-radio (and waking up to its heart-attack-inducing scream) displeases me, I think I’m going to have to take that step. If I can’t trust my phone to wake me up when it’s important that I be woken up, then who can I trust?
Posted by Chris Clark on April 8, 2003 at 1:43 PM
At this very moment I am taking a break from increasing my click-through rate, a thoroughly ridiculous game of stamina, perseverance, and stupidity. Somehow, the simple act of looking at my visitor logs led me to drunkmenworkhere.org
(damn you, whoever ran this site through the Transmogrifier), drawing me into their web of clicking and clicking and clicking.
Right now, my rate is sitting at 99.75430% — an impressive-sounding score until you realize that the record is 99.99938% — and you can tell that there’s hours to go before you beat that score. But trust me, I’ll beat that score if it’s the last thing I do. I have to do it tonight, though, since I’ll be assigned a new IP next time I come online. Soon, the record-holder’s IP (currently 24.79.240.192) will be replaced with my own 203.59.117.215 I guess I should give up now before I waste hours and hours (and hours) of my life, right?
Wish me luck.
Posted by Chris Clark on April 8, 2003 at 7:14 PM