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LOL! I was like that for a long time. It was the time I got used to being hard at work here at my keyboard on my book. Taking on a job where I often work 12-14 hours a day kinda put a cramp in that routine...LOL!

As per the comercial....Maybe you have a growing problem...lol

I think it has something to do with getting older....one just doesn't want to waste a day when there are so few left....I am lucky to get 5 hours straight...and lately I have been falling asleep in my chair at 9 or 10 in front of the TV....Barb will come down at 4 AM and wake me up and send me to bed...

I used to have that problem until my doc put me on Requip for restless legs and now, 9 nights out of 10, I sleep like a rock.

My mother took Requip for her legs too coalminerwife, by the way she was a coal miner's daughter.

I haven't slept good in years, my back starts hurting after a couple of hours so I am up and down all night.
Sometimes I sleep in the recliner it helps. I guess I just twist myself up when I sleep or something.
The only time I sleep all night is if I have taken a pain pill for something that is brothering me.
I think I need to go have my back adjusted.

I sleep like a LOG, thanfully.

It seems that I have heard MANY more men complain about this problem, as they age, than do women... Don't have a clue why.

Rcajun:
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MANY more men complain about this problem, as they age, than do women...
Don't have a clue why.
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I have a lame joke in response but can't type it.

This joke would be inappropriate and, more importantly, untrue. As Manager I must set the example, so will keep my big mouth zipped.

I'm still worried about the joke I made about the lying dog and its potential female progeny. The word I typed is not used in polite society, except in one place: The Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show.

This is the #1 gathering of show dogs in the country, and Lori and I watch it every year on the tube: we both just love it. It's hard to imagine getting excited about guessing which dog will be Best Of Breed and finally Best In Show, but we do. Last year my choice won, and I was so thrilled.

Anyway, the word I used in reference to a potential female progeny of the dog who tells lies is heard every year on that broadcast, so I let myself use it. But it still worries me, even though my use of the word was entirely legitimate when taken in its strictest sense, which was how I used it.

I have just read an article about a Catholic Bishop (Prelate, not sure) who is typing a daily blog. The blog is a great success because responses are screened for two things: 1) ad hominem attacks, and 2) profanity. Same as this Group.

So far I have violated my own principles in this regard by typing about the snowy toilet seat with a three-letter word that also means donkey. But I used __ for the last two letters, so thought that would make it all right.

I basically go by what one hears on public broadcast media. If radio talk show hosts on an ABC affiliate can say the three-letter word for donkey -- which they can and do -- then I figure it shouldn't violate the community standards of Eons. But still, I didn't spell it out.

In the case of the word which describes a female dog, since I *was* describing a female dog, I felt my use was legitimate. Still...I worry.

I worried like this earlier today in the lunchroom. A very nice lady at the office, relatively new, was speaking to a male co-worker, also new. (Everyone is new to me because I've been there for 25 years.)

Anyway, she was telling him about a sky diver whose chute didn't function. Searching for the right word, she said: "His thing got caught on a bridge."

"That must have been painful," I butted-in.

"Go back to your wife!" she replied.

This worried me so much that I went to her office to apologize. Turns out it wasn't necessary: she is a wonderful person who wasn't offended. Since I wanted to be Mark Twain when I was young, these sentences pop out at times without me knowing what I'm saying.

I got lucky this time, because this co-worker felt I had said nothing untoward. With someone else it could have been entirely different: one never knows.

(You can see this is an ongoing problem for me!)

I am blabbing now because I'm afraid to go to bed. No work tomorrow and if I sleep now I'll be up again at 3:00 am, if not earlier. So trying to stretch out my day.

Being a boy of the male persuasion, I have all kinds of topics to ask about that I self-censor in order to keep the GV flowing.

For example, this being Halloween, there is an article in the paper today about a Museum of Death in L.A. The article describes all the horrible things they exhibit, and, being a boy, I thought how neat it would be to touch upon the exhibits here and ask if the Members would visit the Museum or not.

But then I said to myself: "Skeeter," I said, "this is Good Vibrations! You don't want to be talking about a Museum of Death...even if it is Halloween!"

So I nixed the topic, even though the owners contend that the purpose of their exhibit is to give visitors a greater appreciation of life, i.e. live it fully while you can. (This is a great excuse for going to see gory stuff.)

Gosh...I'm thinking I'd really like to visit that Museum! But I'd have to go alone, as Lori gets very disturbed by such material. So I'll probably miss it.

Does anyone here know who Forrest Ackerman was? For a long time he published Famous Monsters of Filmland, which I collected as a boy. Lori, Scout and I once toured his home in the H'wood Hills -- dubbed "Ackermansion" -- which held the world's largest private collection of SciFi and Horror memorabilia.

It was great! One of my best adventures in my old home town, esp. when Forrey sat down in his easy chair to relate stories of hanging out with Ray Bradbury and Bela Lugosi when they were all young. (I was a big fan of Ray's as a teen, and have an autographed copy of The Martian Chronicles.)

SKEETER WITH FORREY
IN THE BASEMENT OF
ACKERMANSION
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Jeanie and cmw, my Dad uses Requip...he's had horrible problems with this. I've experienced a mild case now and again, so understand how bad it can be.

Truth is, I can't fall asleep because of the news that might be coming my way: not sure. There are so many situations in life where one must practice patience. I would say that patience is an important quality for anyone seeking success in life and living.

Which reminds me of the old saying I kept repeating to myself during my breakup with my First back in '76. The saying goes that if you love something very much, let it go: if it comes back to you, then it is meant to be yours.

Well, I let my First go...and haven't laid eyes on her since.

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I'm not as old as some, yet I don't sleep well either in the last few months.

Cured the problem of my back hurting when I sleep by sleeping on the livingroom couch, which has the added benefit that I don't wake my husband with my snoring!

Some medications can affect your sleep; being too tired can affect your sleep; and not getting enough physical activity can affect your sleep; and stress can affect your sleep....and age can affect your sleep.

Considering all that, it's really amazing that any of us get much sleep at all!

>>>I don't wake my husband with my snoring!<<<

Research has demonstrated that couples who sleep in separate beds get more sleep and are more rested and productive during the day.

I know it's a heresy, but it's also a fact. When I lived w/ my folks as a boy they slept together. Now they are in their 80's: separate bedrooms.

re photo w/Forry:

WOW!!!!! lucky you, Skeeter! growing up as a horror-movie-lovin' female teen in Mittelamerika, I always wished I could hang out in the Ackermansion!

Anyone could visit Ackermansion at no cost if you knew the right phone #. One day it was published in the L.A. Times on a story about the place, so I called and made our reservations.

We made the 40 mile trip north from Newport to H’wood Hills, where I once lived myself. These are different neighborhoods on tiny winding streets going up different hillsides, and Forrey’s house was on the left as we drove up to park.

The house must have been built in 20’s or 30’s and was three stories going down the hillside. Forrey met about 10 of us at a side gate, where we started by wandering through the yard with Forrey talking about what had been stolen.

Forrey conducted his tours on a Sat. morning once a month, and it was clear they were a highlight of his life at that time. The third floor down, or “basement,” was most impressive. This was where he stored thousands of pulp magazines, studio stills and movie models – the largest collection of its kind in the world. It’s where the photo was taken, down in the basement in front of some models of one kind or another.

To me, Forrey looks and was like an uncle to me. We are both from the same family of sci-fi H’wood serious thinkers. A nicer man you couldn’t meet, and of course very bright and witty. He and his wife had toured the world, attending different sci-fi conventions. I asked his favorite Sci-Fi film at one point – something from the ‘30’s I don’t remember because I’ve never seen it.

The whole house was covered floor to ceiling with posters, paintings and whatever. The climax of the tour (about 2 hours) was when we gathered in the living room, Forrey sank into a big overstuffed chair, and told us all his stories of old Hollywood. He had his friend Bela’s original Dracula cape on a stand, and also Dracula’s ring. Many other things, of course, but he was esp. proud of those. He was also proud of his cameo in Attack of the Killer Tomatoes and his friendship with John Landis. It was apparent that Forrey very much missed his wife, who had passed some years back.

Forrey tried his best to keep the collection intact, but it never happened. He had to move out of Ackermasion, the collection was sold off in pieces, and Forrey passed away in a small stucco house down on the flatlands.

Rest in peace, Forrest Ackerman.