Terminalcoffee discussion

CD? Cellphone? Klaxon? Radio?

What station? What song? What ringtone?
Etc.


I've been waking up to my Sony CD player since I was thirteen. I wake up to one song until I get sick of it. In high school and college I would use the most obnoxious loud start possible, to inspire myself to hurl my body out of bed and across the room. The stereo was supposed to come with a remote but I have purposely never bought one for it since I need the get-out-of-bed-quick portion. The first song from Jump Little Children's Magazine used to make me jump ten feet to shut off the alarm. I had to switch to mellower songs eventually so that I wouldn't wake Zu, and I've kind of gotten used to that now.

This week it's "Rain," by Patty Griffin, which is a song that I previously hadn't appreciated but have decided is absolutely gorgeous. As a bonus, the second song on the CD is "Chief," which is my least favorite. Since Zu is away I listen to all of Rain, then get up and turn it off before Chief.

Klaxon alarm. I hate it, but I need something obnoxious or it doesn't work. My husband uses his cell phone and it sounds like a nuclear meltdown alert.

Misha wrote: "Shrill "beep beep beep" from my alarm clock, although I'm suddenly thinking it would be fun to see if I can find a TARDIS cloister bell sound to download to my new phone."

The TARDIS sound would be cool! My husband's phone screams "EXTERMINATE!" whenever he gets a text message.

I have 4 alarms set on my cell phone to wake me, 1 on my alarm clock, and 1 to cue me that it's time to get out the door - staggered, different ring tones that will repeat until I turn them off (Piano Riff, Strum, bird chirp, Trill, Old Phone, Alarm).

I'm kind of a heavy sleeper.

I just sort of wake up. If we've got something important, like a plane to catch, I'll set a beeping alarm. Waking up to music ALWAYS gives me a headache.

I use my phone-it has a ring tone that barks

A quietly beeping travel alarm, if I'm not wakened by garbage trucks before that. I can't be listening to music that early in the morning.

i have hired a dwarf clown to wait by my bed each nite until my appointed wake up time and then honk a clown horn and sing Make Em Laugh while doing the dance from Singing In The Rain. that usually does it and i get up in a better mood

When you want to hit "snooze" you just toss the dwarf across the room. When he regains consciousness, he begins singing again.

On workdays I use a digital alarm clock from the 1970s that has a very raucous and irritating beep noise. On days when I can allegedly "sleep in" I usually get about an extra fifteen minutes before Little Miss Piggie Pie starts barking and nudging me to indicate her imminent death by starvation.

exactly phil. he's a hardy little fellow and good natured. glad he's not a union clown

My rooster, Cream Puff Daddy.

noisy cars

Cheri wrote: "My rooster, Cream Puff Daddy."

Please tell me you're serious?

That sudden burst of existential terror that comes in the wee hours of each morning to reminds me of my own mortality and the desperate struggle of simply living in a cold, random, unforgiving universe of pain and sorrow.

And sometimes my dog wakes me up when he wants his breakfast.

I quit using watches and alarm clocks years ago. I generally wake around 7 or 7:30 on my own.

If I have to catch a plane, I will set an alarm. I don't really need it because I keep waking up throughout the night in anticipation that I need to get up early.

I don't have to get out of bed early, but when I do I use my cellphone as an alarm.

This morning my dog was my alarm. I was awoken by the smell of a nice steaming pile of poo on the floor. Good morning!

Sarah Pi wrote: "Cheri wrote: "My rooster, Cream Puff Daddy."

Please tell me you're serious?"

me too. that was my comment of the week !!!

Amber ~Geektastic~ wrote: "This morning my dog was my alarm. I was awoken by the smell of a nice steaming pile of poo on the floor. Good morning!"

Nasty!

Steaming. Ew.

Yeah, not pleasant. Especially at 5:30 in the morning.

At least you didn't squish your toes in it.

"Cheri wrote: "My rooster, Cream Puff Daddy."
Please tell me you're serious?"

Sure. He was supposed to be a girl in a pair of 4H show chickens. Her name was Cream Puff and is a Salmon Faverolle (French) chicken. When he declared himself as a boy, we got him and named him 'Cream Puff Daddy' in honor of his roosterhood. Show chickens have to be tame for the judges to handle so, before we got him, he sat on a little girl's lap and watched TV. Now he is addicted to the TV and if the door is left open, he'll come in, jump on the sofa and watch. He loves Animal Planet and the Daily Show. I'll try to post pictures.

I saw them by clicking "View all."



BOCK BOCK! BOCK!

Sorry. No more birds pictures.

BOCK BOCK! BOCK!!

I have multiple alarms. I use an alarm clock that I "borrowed" from my parents. It's older than I am, and has the fake wood look (so hideous), but it's the only alarm that has ever worked. I also set 3 alarms on my cell phone. One goes off a couple minutes after the ugly alarm clock, the second goes off ten minutes later, and the third goes off when I need to leave the house.

On the weekends, I use an alarm on my phone if I don't need to be up for anything. If I absolutely have to be up at a certain time, I use the ugly clock.

I once slept through a tornado, so I need lots of help waking up.

My two cats, Remi, And Lumos wake me up in the morning. Remi brings me a cup of tea while Lumos cooks my lightly buttered toast.
After breakfast they both head out to work leaving me to lay about in the sun for the rest of the day.

I like the quiet gentle beeping of a travel alarm. I once used to use my cd player but not anymore. I just got an ihome so if I can figure out how I'll set that.

Usually, however, I can just make up my mind to be up by a certain time and I do.

evie wrote: "After breakfast they both head out to work leaving me to lay about in the sun for the rest of the day."

You lay about in the sun all day? Get a job you hippie!

Just a lay-about.

Phil wrote: "evie wrote: "After breakfast they both head out to work leaving me to lay about in the sun for the rest of the day."

You lay about in the sun all day? Get a job you hippie!"

Damn hippies are the downfall of 'Merica!

Phil wrote: "evie wrote: "After breakfast they both head out to work leaving me to lay about in the sun for the rest of the day."

You lay about in the sun all day? Get a job you hippie!"

That all hippies are unemployed is an overused cliche.

Some of us old hippies are hard workers. I'm speaking for myself and not calling Evie old.

To call someone a hippie is still as derogatory as hipster, or somesuch.

Dirty whig.

A hippie man has a long gray beard. A hippie woman has a long gray braid and underarm hair. They play the didgeridoo and wear tie-dye t-shirts and their automobile is pre-1986.

I'd rather be called a hippie than be called hippy.

I don't think the word is meaningless and I like being called it.

You hippie.

She just doesn't want to shave her pits.

Or a beatnick?

Why would she shave a beatnik?

Why indeed.

Janice wrote: "Some of us old hippies are hard workers. I'm speaking for myself and not calling Evie old."

I'm old enough to be an old hippie. If I were a hippie .

So, being a hippie will make you older?

Nope. Just more mellow.

Yellow.

They called me mellow yellow...