Quotes About Distraction

And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.

Most of the brain's work is done while the brain's owner is ostensibly thinking about something else, so sometimes you have to deliberately find something else to think and talk about.

Then she felt shock and shame over the fact that she was thinking about coffee while her planet was being set on fire.

It gave them something to do and it took their mind off the way Yuxia was driving, which, had they paid attention to it, might have been the most frightening thing they had seen all day.

and nothing was worse than getting stuck in a situation like that with nothing to read.

The mind couldn't think about the End of the World all the time. It needed the occasional break, a romp through the trivial.

Passing through the utility section she considered getting herself a cup of coffee. Then she felt shock and shame over the fact that she was thinking about coffee while her planet was being set on fire.

The mind couldn't think about the End of the World all the time. It needed the occasional break, a romp through the trivial.

they had hired psychologists, invested millions in a project to sabotage movies—yes, the entire medium of cinema—to get their customers/players/addicts into a state of mind where they simply could not focus on a two-hour-long chunk of filmed entertainment without alarm bells going off in their medullas telling them that they needed to log on to T'Rain and see what they were missing.

What is a game but a drill that's dressed up in colorful clothing?" Dojo said.

But this was how the mind worked. The mind couldn't think about the End of the World all the time. It needed the occasional break, a romp through the trivial.

Fair or not, Tavistock Prowse would forever be saddled with blame for having allowed his use of high-frequency social media tools to get the better of his higher faculties.

terraform Earth before we get distracted by Mars

nothing was worse than getting stuck in a situation like that with nothing to read.

Henry, que en aquel momento tenía once años, no había prestado atención al proceso de elevar el imponente cohete hasta su posición vertical porque se distrajo viendo un par de perros callejeros copulando a unos cien metros del punto de lanzamiento. El

The mind couldn't think about the End of the World all the time. It needed the occasional break, a romp through the trivial. Because it was through trivia that the mind was anchored in reality […]

Modern English has given us two terms we need to explain this phenomenon: "geeking out" and "vegging out." To geek out on something means to immerse yourself in its details to an extent that is distinctly abnormal—and to have a good time doing it. To veg out, by contrast, means to enter a passive state and allow sounds and images to wash over you without troubling yourself too much about what it all means.

We gotta terraform Earth before we get distracted by Mars

You want to play video games twenty-four hours a day? Or watch. I just want to not be me. Whether it's sleeping or playing video games or riding my bike or studying. Giving my brain up. That's what's important.

I just want to not be me. Whether it's sleeping or playing video games or riding my bike or studying. Giving my brain up. That's what's important.

What were you tring to do, soldier? I was trying to eat, sir! And what happened? I got caught thinking about some crap, sir! What kind of crap? How I want to live less than my parent's dog.

The opposite of the Tentacles are the Anchors. The Anchors are things that occupy my mind and make me feel good temporarily.

Focus is passé. In the modern world we want to feel everything all the time. There is no point in just taking a walk in the park when we can also listen to headphones, munch on a hot dog, crank up our vibrating soles to the maximum, and check out the passing carnival of humanity. Our choices about the creed of a new world order: stimulation! Thought and creativity have become subservient to the singular goal of saturating our senses.

Then their conversation turned to work and movies. I tried to contribute, but I had trouble focusing on the words. They just floated into my ear and accumulated there like wax.