Late Night/Early Morning Rambling

October 8, 2026

I'm currently laying in bed listening to the beep beep beep of reverse warning driving me insane. It's been ongoing for a while now. There is something about it that gets under my skin very quickly. I had a brief phone call distraction.

We spoke of old movies from our childhood and teens. He's four years younger than me, so there can be slight memory differences. I think he was likely allowed to watch more. He also knows all of the movie trivia, so that can be smile-inducing to listen to. I've never bothered because it takes me out of the story.

I also don't like to know what I'm going to be watching before I see it. It spoils the fun. I rarely watch a movie twice, but I think I'm going to make an exception and take a nostalgia trip, because I fell asleep watching 'Gremlins' yesterday, and there was something about it that brought me joy. A warmth I often find missing in today's cinema.

We spoke about a few different movies. I'm going to be looking up 'Flight of the Navigator' to see what adult me thinks. It reminded me of a conversation from earlier in the week where a younger friend was asking me about 'Rocky Horror Picture Show'. It did not rub her the right way.

I, on the other hand, have some very fond memories of the movie. I think I must have been very wide-eyed the first time I saw it in the early 90s. It seemed like everyone knew what was going on except for me. I got very wet that evening, and didn't know a word of the songs. The shadow cast was amazing. I was most excited to go back fully prepared and dressed appropriately. I'm going to have to have a look-see.

That's around the age where I started loosening up a little. I still hadn't fully settled into my me. We're constantly shifting and growing after all, but I began to develop a better understanding of who I was when not following the rules of conservative expectation.

My visual snow has drifted into its rarity phase tonight. It usually only gets plasma cloudy when a geomagnetic storm is headed our way. I should check on that. They're like a drifting purple fuchsia tonight. It's simultaneously extremely pretty and very disconcerting because I'm not accustomed to it. The normal red dots have been joined with blue dots, and there's larger teal flashes of what looks like around seven layers of chicken scratch fading in and out on the diagonal. When I close my eyes, it's uncomfortably intense. I guess I'll be adding some light to my darkness to try to dampen it.

These days people classify it as a syndrome or disorder. I question if it's more a neurological phenotype. It's all I've ever known after all. I should probably get off the phone. I have a few chess games to lose later. I had a mild migraine all day yesterday. It's foolish of me to be pushing it, but I say my brain can get ahold of itself and calm down. We have some research to do. (Yes, I know there's no known correlation with geomagnetic storms, but the timing is kooky.)