I was going to do a post about something else, but it’s going to take a while. There’s going to be images — might even be stuff I drew. <\/p>\n
But I’m not. <\/p>\n
I’m also not doing any of the other post ideas I have lined up. <\/p>\n
Instead, I’m procrastinating. And I’m posting about it.
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Procrastination is one of my biggest problems. I’d say it ranks about…actually, let me figure that out. I think the list goes ‘depression, anxiety, that issue with the spiders, being hopelessly disorganized, a complete lack of trust….<\/p>\n
Okay, it might actually be my biggest<\/i> problem, because, right there, I put off actually getting to it.<\/p>\n
I will actually put off eating, if I haven’t forgotten about it entirely. Unless I can use eating as a way to procrastinate. <\/p>\n
See, right now, I’m supposed to be working on something. Gremlin<\/a> wrote a thing and decreed that I would illustrate it. And I was getting right on that, until I wasn’t. <\/p>\n Because it occurred to me that I needed to post something to my website sometime soon, because it’d been a few days. <\/p>\n Did I have an idea? Yes. But I was going to need a photo. And, for that, I’d need socks. <\/p>\n And, by the way, how am I going to get this photo off my phone? Other than the obvious ways of either hooking it up to my computer, or pulling the SD card and….<\/p>\n Oh wait. That would mean finding the fucking special card reader, because it’s micro and the tower doesn’t have that, and is that card-reader even hooked up? I don’t know. I’ll find out later.<\/p>\n Why not install AirDroid? AirDroid is pretty fucking awesome, and maybe my phone will support it.<\/p>\n I still don’t fucking know, because, when I turned on WiFi, I discovered a swarm of fucking Update Pixies waiting for me. To update things I didn’t even install, because they were following the scent left behind by the Automatic Install Trolls.<\/p>\n Or possibly fucking space muffins<\/i> for all I know. Space muffins in the fucking WiFi, installing ALL the fucking apps. Jesus.<\/p>\n So, this is, what, the third degree of procrastination at this point? Uninstall apps so I can get AirDroid so I can get a picture from my phone to my computer without actually plugging it in, because the initial project is making me anxious? <\/p>\n Welcome to four! Because that’s why I’m writing this post, instead of anything else. Uninstalling those fucking apps is a slow process.<\/p>\n This is why I’d make a terrible superhero. Can you see it? I can.<\/p>\n “Hunter! Space is trying to destroy us! Asteroids coming in all directions! You’re the only one who can save us!”<\/p>\n “No. Hah. Just kidding. I’ll get right on it.”<\/p>\n Five minutes later: “Fuck, figuring out how to do this is hard. Let me see if I can find anything on my computer about — wait, what’s this about updates? HOW MANY UPDATES? Okay, I guess I better do that now.”<\/p>\n Three hours and ten mandatory reboots later, I’m swapping between Jurassic Park Builder and Road Trip 2, and the first of every city on the planet is destroyed. <\/p>\n And I start swearing incoherently because my internet dropped off mid-update, and now I can’t even play Jurassic Park Builder, I’ve forgotten why, and I decide that my time might be better spent rubbing a new designer drug directly onto my corneas because, holy shit, it looks bad outside. <\/p>\n ON the bright side? <\/p>\n Procrastination renders me pretty safe, as I’ll never actually get around to extreme levels of super-villainy or homicidal-maniacness. <\/p>\n It does, however, lead to some weirdly un-procrastinatory things. Like right now, with the phone-cleanup and completely-unplanned-as-opposed-to-intended-post-writing. I’ve cleaned and rearranged furniture because I was putting off something small and annoying. <\/p>\n I spent a week sorting through video files, and I don’t even remember what I was putting off. Probably something important.<\/p>\n Avoiding is also what leads to epic learning binges. <\/p>\n This is probably a symptom of something really serious. Some sort of undiagnosed, and possibly previously unheard-of mental illness. <\/p>\n If so, I’m going to demand it be named ‘Space Muffins.’<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was going to do a post about something else, but it’s going to take a while. There’s going to be images — might even be stuff I drew. But I’m not. I’m also not doing any of the other … Continue reading