Post 74 / Hour 76: An Extremely Important Survey
By Dave Fox
Holy crap, people! What are we doing here?!?! Or to be more specific, what are you doing here? I mean… I know what I’m doing here. I’m being a wigged out freak who has taken on an absurd, self-imposed challenge and is just trying to slog through to the end. But you? What’s your story?
As you may recall from my Hour One video, I had planned to have things under control when this all started. I had planned to have around 50 of my hundred posts written and ready to go so I could still live a quasi-normal life with proper sleep and offline social interactions. But a packed schedule leading up to this debacle left me scampering just to have the very basic back-end web stuff ready in time. As a result, my last 75 hours have been like running in a too-fast treadmill, never quite able to keep up.
I distinctly remember, in hour seven, already feeling overwhelmed and thinking there was no way I was going to last — even till hour 24. I came to my senses two days ago and realized I was going to have to get a good night’s sleep, even if it meant falling behind. So I’ve slept, and I’ve fallen behind.
I woke up this morning, feeling like a giant, purple, fanged kangaroo — and not a nice, friendly one — had come into my bedroom during the night and banged on me with a sledgehammer. Never in my life has writing (and the typing and sitting it requires) caused me so much physical ouchiness. This morning, I could not type. It hurt too much. And I suspect tomorrow morning might be a repeat once I stop moving my fingers and let them seize up again.
All day, I’ve been lagging behind in my posts by a few hours… almost catching up, then realizing if I did not step away from my computer, the aforementioned kangaroo was going to come back, possibly with a chainsaw.
“Why?!” I cried to the heavens. “Why, oh giant, purple, fanged kangaroo, must you be so cruel and heinous?”
At this point, Kattina, my wife, came into my office and suggested that I please go outside for a while.
So I went for a walk, and once I was up and moving, I remembered that going outside from time to time feels a little good.
I wandered down to my neighborhood “hawker centre” — A Singaporean, outdoor food court of sorts. I ordered some food and a kangaroo-sized bottle of beer and reflected on the last three days.
“Why am I doing this?” I wondered.
I came up with several answers. I’m doing it to let people know about my writing and classes. I’m doing it because parties make me happy, and this was intended to be a big online party. I’m doing it because I like meeting people and this seemed like a unique way for that to happen. I’m doing it because I’m weird.
Especially because I’m weird.
But you! What’s your story? Many of you have left comments in these blog posts or sent me e-mails to say hi. And a small majority of people I’ve heard from are people I have never heard of before. That makes me smile. It also makes me squirm because the irony of what I’m doing is that I am in absolutely no shape, physically or mentally, to be flaunting my writing abilities at this point in time. For all I know, I could be typing this in Sanskrit. If I were, I wouldn’t notice.
In any case, before I left the hawker centre, I compiled a little survey — a few questions for you to answer in the comments section below. Or, if you are shy, you may e-mail me your answers. I will compile the results at some point. Maybe even before Hour 100.
So please interpret and answer these questions in whatever way you like. And thanks for hanging out and not giving me a wedgie or anything like that.
And now, here are your questions:
- Who the hell do you think you are?
- What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever done?
- What’s the weirdest thing you wish you had done that you actually still could maybe do?
- Please complete this sentence: Humor is __________.
- Please complete this sentence: 17 is __________.
- What inspires you?
- Who inspires you?
- What distracts you?
- What else do you feel like sharing?
I will share my own answers sometime in the next 17 hours or so.
But for now, I must go rest. I had planned to push through and get a jump on tonight’s posts. Alas, I must instead go battle the kangaroo for just a few hours.
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