The Weirdness Constant

There are strains of literary thought in the US that seem to hate anything fantastic. Sci-Fi and Fantasy aren't "real literature", and don't even THINK of mentioning the word "comics" around them. These strains tend to breed in university literary departments, feeding on inflated senses of self-importance and echo-chamber wankery about Great Literature and the writing thereof. A good chunk of "literature" novels tend to be about someone, say, a struggling writer, who often falls in love with an amazing person of the appropriate sex, and goes on to have their life changed. You know, self-insertion real life fanfic.
( Crossposted to Snarkoleptics, click here for rampant speculation )

Sleep

I should start getting to bed sooner. Most of the time when I stay up, it's not because I'm doing anything awesome or working on anything important, it's just habit. And that's a pretty crappy reason to stay up. But that's the problem with the Internet, it provides a cornucopia of distractions that are just amusing enough to keep you clicking, but not interesting or rewarding enough to really be worth it.

So, sleep, I think. Either that, or somebody tell me something awesome to do, right now. I've decided to try and improve the awesome ratio in my life, and sitting at the computer till 2AM for no real reason just ain't cutting it in the awesome lottery any more.