Bloggers You’ve Got 10 Years

According to this graph the death of blogging is predicted for 2020. That only give you 10 years to become a multi blogging squillionaire! You’d better hurry!

The chart is tongue in cheek but I wonder how many of it’s “predictions” will become reality.

Extinction Timeline

Countdown to extinction?

(Click the image to see the chart full size.)

There are two predictions that I have a problem with:

  1. The extinction of “A Good Nights Sleep” in 2040 – That died with the invention of curry, alcohol, women, work… society in general!
  2. The death of “Cher” in 2050 – That woman has so much plastic in her she’s likely to exist until the planet itself is consumed by the expansion of the sun.

Rip Van Winkle ain’t got nothing on me

I went to bed last night at 9pm (after already taking a 3-4 hour nap during the day) with a splitting headache, the shivers and the sweats.

I honestly thought I wouldn’t sleep long, if at all, knowing what I’m like, yet one minute I was looking at the clock and it was 9:15pm and the next it was 11:15 am.

That’s 14 hours, plus almost 4 earlier in the the day for a total of 18 hours sleep. That’s just not like me!

I normally exist on 4 – 5 hours sleep a night tops.

Yet I must have needed it. Today I feel a bit better. The sweats are gone, and the headache is considerably less powerful.

I reckon I’ll be back to 100% for traveling tomorrow.

See, when the time comes, ole Rip Van Winkle ain’t got nothing on me!

Operating on par with George Bush

Not being able to sleep is fairly debilitating. Seriously, it is! I’ve had about 4 hours sleep total over the last 4 nights and my brain is now operating on par with George Bush. This is not a good thing!

Funnily, while I’ve never been a big sleeper, normally only getting 4 to 6 hours a night, 4 hours in 4 nights is just too much to continue to function with any sense of normality. The word is a funny place when you are sleep depraved. It doesn’t matter what anybody says to you, you’ll hear something different, and what you hear will invariably be hysterically funny or seriously offensive.

Them: “My mother just passed away”
You: “Who’s gay? WTF did you just call me?”
Them: “No.. my mother just died!”
You: “ha..ha.. Sheep in a raincoat!!”

I shit you not! That’s about as capable as my brain is at the moment!

Someone suggested to me that I should take sleeping tablets. NO WAY! I’m slow enough as it is at the moment and those drugs will make you permanently slow(er?). Do you really believe that they only affect your brain for the duration of time it takes you to fall asleep? I don’t think so.

Speaking of sleeping tablets, have you ever been in hospital and been given sleeping tablets? I have been, and it’s so fucked up it’s not funny. About 7 or 8 years ago I was very ill and ended up in hospital for 3 months, and during my stay they prescribed me sleeping tablets. Now, I really couldn’t sleep so the tablets, (then) were a welcome relief.

But what I really couldn’t figure out, and what really pissed me off was this: I’d be fast asleep, dead to the word, and the nurses would wake me up to give me my sleeping tablet!! Why? Where’s the sense in that?

Oh well, time for a mug of Jawa Juice to keep me functional until tonight…