i didn't even have to use my AK

today was a decent day. nay, today was a good day. let's recap the goodness, yes yes?

• stayed in bed until 11:30 reading news online and listening to seabear.
• laughed a shit-load during class. it's fun getting coughter worked up, i swear.
  
• i saw a real-life hobo walking up canal st. yes, a hobo. he had a flannel shirt (sans sleeves), a black toboggan on his head, and [this is the most exciting part] he was carrying one of those sticks with all his worldly belongings tied to the end in a red handkerchief - like they do in the cartoons. i was driving kind of fast, but i swear i caught a glimpse of a rope-belt too.
• the fries at carytown burger.
• laura holmes dropping this little gem in my car: "you know what else bp stands for besides 'brad pitt'? baby penis."

le scaphandre et le papillon

i have a very hard time watching people on tv and in movies using razors. or holding razor blades. or holding sharp knives, or using cheese graters. i find it all to be very uncomfortable.

that's my only comment regarding the diving bell and the butterfly.

thank you.

don't you just wish

that you could lay in bed until noon listening to blonde redhead everyday?

so do i. so. do. i.

big barrels of fun

a frightening documentary look into the lives of the world's best donkey kong players. no, really. it's frightening because the level of nerdiness in this film far surpasses anything i've ever seen, ever.

two ordinary men tangle over the "world record" in donkey kong. egos fill the screen, and jedi comparisons are thrown around willy-nillily.

the most compelling part of this film was how these "championship" players carried themselves in an almost high-school bully with an inflated ego kind of way. the guy who had held the dk record for 24 years is a grade-a asshole, who happens to be surrounded by cronies that only wish for his record to stay put. their regression into pre-teen boys, bullying and mindfucking the decent-hearted record challenger, is almost too much to watch.

a must-see, especially if you want to feel like one of the cool kids. or you at least want to feel a little more normal/less like an asshole.

you've been drifting for a long long time

libelous acts of kindness

thank you to the green-penned note fairy that left this on my windshield. you made my day.

expiation

atonement.

starring keira knightley and james mcavoy.

fantastic, really. the movement through the storyline was especially good, the way it weaved in and out of past and present so effortlessly. a touch of soft-focus here, a dab of vivid coloring there. really well done.

especially inventive was the use of a typewriter-driven score throughout the film.

i give it an A -

oh, and i totally agree with [name removed] that the sex scene was "bonerific."

happy 50th, lego

today lego celebrates its 50th anniversary.

that's 50 years of kids learning by putting the colorful blocks together.

that's 50 years of children all over the world building their dreams out of blue, red, and yellow squares.

that's also 50 years of six-year-old boys in south carolina spending hours building a scale-model f-14 tomcat, only to have it destroyed when they run into the sliding glass door on their way outside to show their parents, who are sitting on the patio.

happy birthday.

april 11 is too far away

b. smoove

and with that purchase, any chance of me graduating in may decreased dramatically.

rambo(ner)

i jokingly referred to the new rambo film as "this season's light-hearted comedy." upon further thought, i am going to say that this moniker is actually not too far from the truth. seriously, this turd drips with comedic gold. here's why you should see it:

1. it clocks in at just over an hour and twenty minutes. that's 80 minutes of a jim henson workshop's version of stallone shooting arrows and .50 caliber rounds into any burmese bad guy he can find.

2. the laughs. holy shit there are a lot of laughs. ok, so most of them come from stallone's bond film reject one-liners, but still - a laugh-a-minute!

3. the amazing special effects. never have exposed intestines and exploding baddie's heads looked so real... and sooooo bloody/intestiney!

all my wildest dreams are coming true

the police did it.

then the spice girls.

even pink floyd did it.

now, people get ready, because according to people magazine, jordan, joey, donnie, danny, and jonathan are coming back, and they're gonna get to you gir-r-r-r-rl. that's right, new kids on the block are planning a reunion, and i haven't been this excited since hanson came to toad's place.

anatomy of a prank gone wrong

i am shit at pranks. fact.

in high school i used to pull pranks all the time. unfortunately they often ended with tears, or near-misses with the police. one prank in particular blew up in my face royally.

it was my senior year of high school, maybe 4 weeks before graduation. my friend holly was celebrating her birthday on a saturday... the same day she was going to pitch a home softball game in the district tournament.

driving down one of the roads near my neighborhood, i noticed a toilet left on the side of the road waiting to be picked up by a garbage crew. naturally i pulled over, and hoisted the toilet into the back of my truck. explaining to my folks why i had a toilet in the back of my truck was easy. explaining the smell to my friends was a little bit wonky.

the plan was to take the toilet and place it on the pitchers' mound of the field where holly would be playing. late friday night, the toilet was placed in its designated position. early saturday morning, however, the toilet was moved.

right into the parking spot of our principal.

needless to say, a weeks worth of detention ended any possibility of a toilet prank sequel.

random (hungover going to panera, best buy and the abc store) playlist

january 26, 2008

1. billy joel - captain jack
2. ween - zoloft
3. rem - man on the moon
4. my morning jacket - xmas curtain
   
5. damien rice - delicate
6. playradioplay - complement each other like colors
7. misfits - hybrid moments
8. mason jennings - adrian
9. brian eno - 2/1
10. endochine - a new beginning
    

more than meets the eye

turns out megatron lives in new zealand now. who knew?

"an unemployed man of no fixed abode pleaded guilty in wellington district court today to importing LSD and ecstasy. judge denys barry remanded megatron eardley- wilmot in custody for sentencing in the high court on february 22. the offences were committed between 2003 and 2005." - nzpa

will we feel like this for the rest of our lives?

dear my body,

hi. listen, old friend - i know that i've been really lazy, and i haven't worked out nearly as much as i should've during the past, oh, i don't know, 3 years, but i seriously can't believe how sore you are already. and after just one itsy bitsy rugby practice.

come on!

we used to ball it up, remember? we'd play a match on saturday, destroy some booze that night, and by monday we'd be ready to kick it. sure, there'd be some taco bell in there somewhere, and maybe a mad dog 20/20 or two. but we always got along like gangbusters, no matter how much abuse i put you through.

if this is your way of telling me that we're getting too old for this shit, then i'll be quick to point out 1) we're not danny glover, and 2) we're only 25. guys play rugby into their late 20's... sometimes early 30's!

can you hang in there for just a few more months? if so, i guarantee* this is my last dance with rugby for-ev-er.

yours,
pat

p.s. see you in the kitchen, old sport.

*not a guarantee

how long must one boy wait

my morning jacket - golden

some nights, i swear, there was magic in the air

credit: Stéphane Guisard

"goodbye sobriety," said ryan adams

creativity magazine's number one ad school

comb weapons

class is boring.

let's skip friday speaker. and monday altogether.

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awkward overheard things from today

"i don't need to wash my hands. i took a shower a couple of hours ago."

"zac effron makes my peenie go brooooooomp."

"i don't think wanting to makeout with paul rudd makes me gay. at all."

"go away or i will hate crime your ass."

ok, so i wouldn't exactly go so far as to say i "overheard" these things, as much as i "said" them. or whatever.

random playlist

january 21, 2008

1. seabear - cat piano
2. radiohead - nude
3. the smiths - the boy with the thorn in his side
4. whiskeytown - inn town
5. the frames - song for someone
6. billy bragg & wilco - california stars
7. seabear - libraries
8. the go! team - huddle formation
9. the kinks - this time tomorrow
10. lou barlow - holding back the year
    

this world is only gonna break your heart

"to love at all is to be vulnerable. love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."
– c.s. lewis

please don't make me cry this season, cubbies.

there goes the fear

there will be blood

there will also be old people talking loudly behind us during the entire movie.
overall, i liked this movie... even if it was 13 hours long. daniel day-lewis was a real psycho, especially towards the end. however, he didn't scare me as much as the minister kid played by the emo colorblind son from little miss sunshine.

would i recommend it? sure.

habitat for (oh the) humanity

somewhere inside i feel like this did a small part to repair some of the fucked up things i've done.

random rules: me

the shuffler: patrick is the kind of guy that you want to curl up next to the fire and drink a mug full of on a cold winter's night. he's become a music snob in his old age, so maybe this random rules session will reveal some of his ipod's embarrassing and dark secrets.

eisley, golly sandra

me: yea, this definitely falls into the realm of embarrassing. i admitted before that electro-pop is one of my weaknesses. so is eisley. i find the girls in this band to be so fucking adorable, but they can sing their balls off. this might be the official end of all the tough-guy cred i've been stock piling.

the album leaf, the light

me: holy shit, i love this song. i could listen to this on repeat forever. in fact, i tried that this summer in chicago, and i'm still not tired of it. it's my motherfucking writing music.

ron sexsmith, gold in them hills

me: i saw this guy open for coldplay when i was still in college. as far as opening acts go, i thought he was great. too bad that didn't translate into commercial success for him. and just for the record, coldplay is for wanksters.

nelly furtado, the grass is green

me: aw for fucks sake, i don't want to explain this one. next.

south pacific, there is nothing like a dame

me: oh christ, this isn't going as well as i thought it would. yes, i like show tunes. there, i admitted it. fuck you, don't judge.

violent femmes, american music

me: now we're talking. i love the femmes. this song will always remind me of driving to the beach during the summer in high school.

ryan adams, cherry lane

me: i dug cold roses a lot when it first came out, but shelved it rather quickly. i like this song, especially when it breaks down towards the end. i was convinced ryan would be dead by now.

mark your calendars, bitches

dearest blog readers,
you are cordially invited to join me in attending any of the following events.

• ween. january 24, 2008. toad's place, rva.
• the comic stylings of michael ian black & michael showalter. february 1, 2008. toad's place, rva.
• citizen cope. february 7, 2008. the norva, norfolk.
• explosions in the sky. april 11, 2008. the norva, norfolk.

respectfully yours,
pat

p.s. purchase tickets for any of the shows on your own dime, you mooch.

p.p.s. the citizen cope and explosions shows also feature pre-concert dinners courtesy of one mrs. mymom at chez myparentshouse.

no title, thanks

this picture makes me happy.

a match made in heavin'

i won't sign up for a dating site, like match.com, no matter how much convincing i get from my friends. i prefer to be pathetic. having said that, here is what my profile would look like if i took that leap:

name: patrick
age: 25
hometown: ashley hall plantation, sc
occupation: graduate student
height: 6'2"
body type: let's go with athletically fat

looking for
gender: female
age: 24 – 40 (only rich 40 year-olds, thank you.)
body type: less fat than me. ok, a lot less fat than me

interests
me: films, night drives, being a music snob, the chicago cubs, funny shit, astronomy, dive bars, foreign languages, being smarter than everyone, paul rudd, international travel.
you: (see above), making out.

more about me
why would a girl be interested in dating you?
that's easy. i open doors for all the ladies - even ladies i'm not on dates with. call it the southern gentleman in me bursting out at all times. also, i always pay. if i know one thing (other than chicks) it's that girls love free food. finally, i never kiss and tell. right, [female's name has been deleted]?

do you have any weaknesses?
electro-pop music. oh, and mike & ike's.

turn ons
green eyes, sense of humor, being an expert in some sort of martial art, straight teeth, liking good music, and knowing anything about baseball.

turn offs
blue eyes, owning a lot of purses, leaving me for a fork-lift driver that failed out of community college.

anything else girls should know?
i'm better than 99% of dudes you'll ever meet. fact.

gotta get back in tiiiiime

you wouldn't understand

no, i won't tell you the truth about what happened to my eye.
no, bryan didn't punch me.
no, i didn't smash my face into a wall. or fall up the stairs.
yes, i used to fight. a lot.
yes, i know that decent girls don't like guys who fight.
yes, i know i should probably pluck my eyebrows.

funny little frog in my throat

banana man

apparently in minneapolis, minnesota they let batshit crazy people wander the streets unSUPERvised.

read this super story

amos lee, gamecock poet

go ahead baby,
run away again.
i'm growing tired of chasing you.

i know you only have time to love me
when you got nothing better to do.
who's bold enough to believe
neither love or war?

both just leave you busted, broken down,
and wanting more.

and baby i've seen it all before.
you know that I've seen it all before.
know that I've seen it all before.
i ain't gonna be your fool anymore.

i can hear my heart pounding,
oh but I just can't decide.
stuck between the depths of my feet,
and the peaks of my pride.

i've seen your tricks,
and i've seen your trade-offs.
i've seen your evil ways.
i've seen everything your twisted smile conveys.

I ain't gonna be your fool baby, anymore.

school of rock

new building. new name. it was like the first day of high school all over again.
i won't lie – i'm super excited about the new building. still, i wish the urinals were a little higher off the ground.

this couldn't happen again

i love going to the imax theater.

i love my computer, my ipod, my tv, and my collection of garbage pail kids trading cards.

i especially love me some wii sports.

despite these, i can't help but feel that i should've been alive during the 1940's instead of today. here's why:

• sixty years ago people got dressed up for everything. work, the movies, grocery shopping, kickin' it... you wouldn't see a guy out and about without a three-piece suit and a fedora. you can't pull that off now without looking like that twat at the sushi restaurant who was wearing a bowler.
• when you got your laundry washed at the laundromat they wrapped it up in paper and twine, like a christmas present – which i find to be quite charming. i wish someone would wrap my delicates in paper and twine.
• the music. listen to again by doris day and tell me that song doesn't do something to you. something magical, that is.
• judy garland. sigh.
  

she said one day one day one too many days

"future. that period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and our happiness is assured."
– ambrose bierce

embarrassing confessions

sunday january 13, 2008

• i have spent more than one saturday night (pronounced: 'many many') watching all of the british sitcoms that PBS has to offer. with my mom. and didn't miss going out. i especially love 'keeping up appearances' and 'are you being served?'
• i fell apart when my ibook's power cord stopped working the other night.
• at first site, i fell in love with the top left girl on the pictured album cover.

i'm a badass

"be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be."

– kurt vonnegut, jr.

we don't stand a chance

"anyone that lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."
– oscar wilde

now if you'll excuse me, it's time to spend all of my loan money on hookers and blow.

advertising's in my blood

what follows is a joke obituary that my grandfather wrote just a week before his death, ironically. my uncle showed it to me this past thanksgiving, and i immediately had two reactions: 1) i laughed, because it resembled a fenske assignment; and 2) i finally felt a connection to someone in my extended family which i hadn't before. the sad thing is, bob mccabe died in 1969. hope you enjoy it as much as i did.

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be young, be foolish, be happy

let's get something straight first:

the shag is a form of swing dancing that evolved from the jitterbug and jump blues of the big band jazz era and originated along the strands between myrtle beach, south carolina, and wilmington, north carolina, during the 1940s. tt is most often associated with beach music, a genre of rhythm-and-blues-based songs that lend themselves to this dance form.

in the dance the upper body and hips hardly move as the legs do convoluted kicks and fancy footwork. the man is the center of attention and the woman's steps are either mirror steps of the man's or a sort of marking time while he does spins and other gyrations.

the shag is the state dance of north carolina and south carolina, and is still popular amongst residents of both states. -wikipedia.org

so when i talk about shagging, i'm not referring to sexing. or austin powersing. or carpeting. shag is just another part of growing up in south carolina that some people don't understand - like yelling "go cocks!" in public, or hating black people. ok, so that second one is something i don't understand either, but i digress.

in college, tailgating for carolina football games often involved some sort of drunken attempt at shag dancing. my uncles had a tailgating spot near williams-brice stadium with a bunch of other filthy rich people, and there would always be a beach music band playing live music. beautiful carolina girls. shag dancing. *sigh*

anywho, there has also been shag dancing at every wedding i've been to... at least at those that took place south of maryland.

having said that, here's my (beach music infused) playlist for thursday, jan. 10:

1. the platters - with this ring
2. the tams - be young, be foolish, be happy
3. dean jackson - love makes the world go 'round
4. the embers - i love beach music
5. mel & tim - backfield in motion
6. the fantastic shakers - myrtle beach days
7. the foundations - build me up, buttercup
8. general johnson & the chairmen of the board - carolina girls
9. mel & tim - good guys only win in the movies
10. band of oz - shaggin'
    

leave it all behind

yellowstone lake, yellowstone national park

could you believe me somehow?
you're second to none, and you got my love.
you got me under the gun.
could you receive me somehow?
i'll stay with ya, stay with ya, stay with ya 'til the end.

– r.i.p. hrw

no rules, just write

hey writers guild of america.

listen: go fuck yourselves. seriously. you're ruining the only tv i watch anymore.

the daily show wasn't the same when it started airing again.

colbert has been ehhhhhhh.

conan will always be good... well, with the exception of that bullshit video they showed last night of some woman's dumb kid dancing in their living room during the show's intro. i blame you, the writers of america, for subjecting me to that shiiiiiit.

listen again: fuck you. you're not that good anyway.

i really hope you guys get your dvd residual demands, and the money you're asking for from any internet programming. i really do. otherwise, i know a group of writers that would love to take a crack at 24 or heroes.

they'd probably do it better than you cry babies anywho.

f.u.b.b.w.a.a.

i had told myself that i wouldn't write about sports in my blog, mainly because i felt like the people that would read it don't give a shit about sports. however, something happened today that has happened repeatedly over the last six years that i really find to be a slap in the face to a great athlete.

andre dawson was once again snubbed by the bbwaa, and failed to receive enough votes to be enshrined in the baseball hall of fame.

this is a travesty, especially when you consider the steroid shit-storm that is currently engulfing major league baseball.

dawson played twenty-one seasons in the majors. he was named rookie of the year in 1977. he was an eight-time all star, an eight-time gold glover, and a four-time silver slugger. he even won the nl mvp award.

hall-of-famer ryne sandberg,dawson's teammate on the cubs for years, put it best during his hof induction speech:

"he's the best i've ever seen. i watched him win an mvp for a last-place team in 1987, and it was the most unbelievable thing i've ever seen in baseball. he did it the right way, the natural way, and he did it in the field and on the bases and in every way, and i hope he will stand up here someday."

most importantly, andre dawson was my baseball hero growing up. everyday during the summer my cubbies would come on wgn and i would watch – more often than not they'd lose. but i loved them. i can't help but think that dawson's hard play, and selfless attitude had something to do with it.

or maybe it was the episode of saved by the bell where they hold a twenty-four-hour radiothon to save the maxx, and slater calls in to donate his savings, even though the gang had forced him off the school radio station because he was a terrible sportscaster. so when slater calls, who is on the poster behind him on his bedroom wall? andre "the hawk" dawson. don't ask how i remember that.

anyway. next year could, and should, be dawson's year. only if the baseball writers association of america gets their heads out of their asses. at least they didn't vote-in that cheating fuckface mark mcgwire.

new hampshire primariessss!!!!!!!!!

only eleven more fucking months of this fucking shit to go. fucking fuck. can't they just come back in the fall and remind us who's running? then we'll fucking vote. shiiiiiiit.

when you think about me, your heart will stop

"even the simplest of men knows one truth – happiness resides in being the big spoon."

– rutherford b. hayes

happy birthday, bowie

kick the bucket already

question: is there anything worse than an old man in a restaurant clipping his nails?

answer: fuck no.

st. patrick was a filthy badass

according to babycenter, the appropriately named center for all things baby, the name "patrick" doesn't even crack the top 100 for most popular baby names of 2007. what the fuck? are there not enough irish-american mothers popping out 2 or 3 kids at a time to get patrick on the list?

oh, i see. they'd rather name their kids jayden, caden, brayden, or wyatt.

good luck in school, boys.

"the" asshole of the universe

here's another reason why ohio is the worst state in america (of course i'm not counting florida when i say that. florida is the worst, but that goes without saying)

apparently a "rapper" and "musician" in akron legally changed his name from daniel michael miller to "the" dan miller experience. yes, his legal first name is "the", complete with "quotation marks". and yes, his legal surname is now experience.

unfuckingbelievable.

gladiator update

sixty-five minutes into the show, and so far no assault. no nitro. not even a little bit of larry csonka. just about 47 commercial breaks, and a shit load of professional wrestling quality actors hamming it up.

holy fuckface

remember the other post when i said "tonight is the night of nights"? well tonight is the REAL night of nights. all my dreams are coming true starting at 9 p.m./8 p.m. CST. that's right, american gladiators is back, motherfuckerssssss.

it's got a lot of the same games, including my favorite – assault.

it's also got hulk hogan, since i haven't gotten enough of that fucking guy on vh1.

oh, and it's got this guy:
he kind of makes me miss nitro.

growing pains

remember when we were growing up, and we thought that when we got older we'd live crazy non-stop lives? we'd party hard. we'd stay up late. we'd kiss girls on the mouth and drive our cars too fast.

seventeen-year-old me would probably be a little upset to know how i've spent my weekend.

instead of drinking heavily on my friday night, i played sorry! with two other adults. that's right. three people, over the age of 25, played a children's game. then we watched a movie. then we went to bed.

tonight's much better: five hours of reminiscing about high school with old friends, while flipping through our yearbooks. beer was involved with this one, as was a tiny remote control helicopter.

i can only imagine that tomorrow night will involve a slip n' slide, a coloring book, and a trip to makeout point.... a solo trip, that is.

i ain't afraid of no ghost

my biggest fear? this fucking thing:
seriously. the thought of being stuck in a halo for any period of time freaks me out. having to get screws tightened into my skull makes my knees wobbly. it would be like when you wake up sometimes and you've slept on your neck wrong and you can't look to your right without recoiling in pain... except permanent... and more horrible. much more horrible.

i think the only thing that scares me more would be suffering a neck injury, being put into a halo, then getting left out in the middle of the ocean, like in the movie open water. i'm going to have a nightmare tonight.

super bowel XLII

and for the record, jason rosenberg is not invited because he's an asshole.

tonight is the night of nights

so about nowish you may have noticed that i like space stuff. in particular, meteor showers. you don't need a telescope. you don't have to go to a museum or planetarium. all you need is a fresh chunk of outside, a chair (or rock, slab of wood, ottoman, etc.), maybe some brewskis, and patience.

tonight marks the maximum for one of the most intense meteor showers of the year – the quadrantids. so grab the one you love – for me it'll be my bottle of ketel one – and head out to a dark spot around 1:40 a.m. est.

so long, shockoe espresso

from wired.com

In what sounds like a dream for millions of tired coffee drinkers, Darpa-funded scientists might have found a drug that will eliminate sleepiness.

A nasal spray containing a naturally occurring brain hormone called orexin A reversed the effects of sleep deprivation in monkeys, allowing them to perform like well-rested monkeys on cognitive tests. The discovery's first application will probably be in treatment of the severe sleep disorder narcolepsy.

The treatment is "a totally new route for increasing arousal, and the new study shows it to be relatively benign," said Jerome Siegel, a professor of psychiatry at UCLA and a co-author of the paper. "It reduces sleepiness without causing edginess."

Orexin A is a promising candidate to become a "sleep replacement" drug. For decades, stimulants have been used to combat sleepiness, but they can be addictive and often have side effects, including raising blood pressure or causing mood swings. The military, for example, administers amphetamines to pilots flying long distances, and has funded research into new drugs like the stimulant modafinil (.pdf) and orexin A in an effort to help troops stay awake with the fewest side effects.

The monkeys were deprived of sleep for 30 to 36 hours and then given either orexin A or a saline placebo before taking standard cognitive tests. The monkeys given orexin A in a nasal spray scored about the same as alert monkeys, while the saline-control group was severely impaired.

The study, published in the Dec. 26 edition of The Journal of Neuroscience, found orexin A not only restored monkeys' cognitive abilities but made their brains look "awake" in PET scans.

Siegel said that orexin A is unique in that it only had an impact on sleepy monkeys, not alert ones, and that it is "specific in reversing the effects of sleepiness" without other impacts on the brain.

Such a product could be widely desired by the more than 70 percent of Americans who the National Sleep Foundation estimates get less than the generally recommended eight hours of sleep per night (.pdf).

The research follows the discovery by Siegel that the absence of orexin A appears to cause narcolepsy. That finding pointed to a major role for the peptide's absence in causing sleepiness. It stood to reason that if the deficit of orexin A makes people sleepy, adding it back into the brain would reduce the effects, said Siegel.

"What we've been doing so far is increasing arousal without dealing with the underlying problem," he said. "If the underlying deficit is a loss of orexin, and it clearly is, then the best treatment would be orexin."

Dr. Michael Twery, director of the National Center on Sleep Disorders Research, said that while research into drugs for sleepiness is "very interesting," he cautioned that the long-term consequences of not sleeping were not well-known.

Both Twery and Siegel noted that it is unclear whether or not treating the brain chemistry behind sleepiness would alleviate the other problems associated with sleep deprivation.

"New research indicates that not getting enough sleep is associated with increased risk of cardiovascular disease and metabolic disorders," said Twery.

Still, Siegel said that Americans already recognize that sleepiness is a problem and have long treated it with a variety of stimulants.

"We have to realize that we are already living in a society where we are already self-medicating with caffeine," he said.

He also said that modafinil, which is marketed as Provigil by Cephalon and Alertec in Canada, has become widely used by healthy individuals for managing sleepiness.

"We have these other precedents, and it's not clear that you can't use orexin A temporarily to reduce sleep," said Siegel. "On the other hand, you'd have to be a fool to advocate taking this and reducing sleep as much as possible."

Sleep advocates probably won't have to worry about orexin A reaching drugstore shelves for many years. Any commercial treatment using the substance would need approval from the Food and Drug Administration, which can take more than a decade.

new year's resolutions, or some shit

1. learn to speak german.
2. don't die.
3. learn how to weld.
4. tell more people to fuck off.
5. play more guitar/learn how to play the pedal steel.
6. get married.