things to do on a lazy Sunday

[egypturnash]

Study your floaters.

"Floaters" are one name for those little specks you see in your vision sometimes. Blurry dots, weirdly divided strands. They're dead cells floating inside your eye.

Your brain edits them out most of the time. Look at the sky, or a boring ceiling, or some other decently-lit expanse of emptiness... and you'll see these little blobs in your vision. Maybe it'll be a blurry dot; maybe it'll look like some sort of string of something. When you try to turn your eyes to get a better glimpse, it moves away, going faster and faster until you reach the limit of your eye's turning, Because it's in your eye.

I was lying on the couch looking up at the ceiling, with my glasses off. And I started looking at the floaters. Chasing them, trying different focal lengths to no avail, trying to study them without looking straight at them. I'm not sure if I was seeing clumps and strands and layers of floating dead cells, or the nuclei (and perhaps other organelles) and edges of single cells - sometimes it seemed like one, sometimes the other.

(Yes, Meg, this is cut-n-paste from the e-mails earlier today.)


Read the livejournals of everyone on your friends-of list.

I semi-regularly look at most of the journals of people who are watching mine, who I have not yet deemed fit to put on my friends list. Someday, perhaps, I will go to the beginning of each, and begin reading, until I have either become utterly bored with what each person has seen fit to document in this medium, or I have read up to the present.

Today was not the time to begin this, but it is the day the idea came to my mind.


Go to the bank and meditate upon one's lack of funds.

I have dressed, and will do this shortly. I really need to seek out other directions of employment, as well as kick myself into trying to change my role at Spümcø. Freelance illustration, dabbling in 3D and looking for feature/game work, something completely different... being a minor minion at Spümcø is not a terribly well-paying job.


Draw.

Well, that would be nice, wouldn't it?


This is getting bleak. I'll stop.

Comments

[barberio.livejournal.com]

I usualy get a warning that a migrane is going to hit when I start to see the 'floaters' in my vision. I suspect its because something switches off those parts that were doing the filtering juste before I have a migrane. This is also probably connected with the aurora I'll see during bad ones, which is like seeing afterimages from looking at bright lights.

[supersocks.livejournal.com]

Oh, that kind of floater.
*strangely disappointed*

[shatterstripes.livejournal.com]

I did have some discussion the other day of the kind of floater you were no doubt thinking of, but I didn't feel that speculation on the various textures exhibited in my stool is really something I wanted to pontificate about.

[octantis.livejournal.com]

The easiest way I've found to look at an eyefloater is to actually move your eye in the direction opposite the one the floater is moving in, and then stop your eye. It'll actually pull the floater in the direction your eye moved, and make it drift across the center of your eye so you can get a direct look at it.

I'm familiar with the shapes of at least two floaters in my eyes. I'm not sure if being nearsighted has anything to do with it, I wouldn't think it should, but...

I wonder if I should name them. One looks like a barred-spiral galaxy.

[martes.livejournal.com]

I have a floater in my left eye I call "The Spot." Sort of like Jupiter's Great Red Spot, I guess. I've had The Spot for years. I also have tons of other floaters in my left eye, and a pretty good number in my right. But The Spot I can always find, and it's always there. I asked my opthomologist if there's anything I can do to get rid of floaters, but he said no. I don't know if I belive him or not.

[thunderbird.livejournal.com]

The Museum of Jurassic Technology [right near you, I think] has a fantastic collection of crackpot letters addressed to the Wilson Observatory from the 1920's and 30's.
One of these letters was from a lady of high society, who 'dabbled' in the physical sciences. In the letter she announced her discovery of GASEOUS ANIMALS, which could sometimes be seen floating about in the clear sky in their peculiar way, when the conditions were just right.
She went into excruciating detail as to when and where her animals could be observed, and her theories regarding their diets and social habits. Her elaborate sketches however quickly lead one to the conclusion that she had in fact discovered floaters.

I still prefer her explanation, however. ^_^