Unfortunately a third night of nyquil produced no dreams, but i did find out that NyQuil makes my kneecaps sweat. Cough still wont go away so its onto Duratuss.
Listening to: CAN - Ege Bamyasi
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
NyQuil II
Another night of the big fuckin Q, another fucked up dream. This one contains 3 borders people and one of the stores.
I'm in the Cary store back in music and Lane is trying to shelve the Beatles cd 1963-66 (the red 2 disc set), but there are already close to 100 in the section, so i tell him to put them in understock. That's when Joy comes over and asks what this door is. I look up and there is a locked metal door in a place that didnt have one before. Oddly enough my key works and we step into an field between to buildings.
In the field there are rows of corn, no two rows are the same height (some are 12 feet tall and others 2 feet tall), they aren't in any ascending or descending order either, its very chaotic. There is some one tending the corn, its Joost. Then i notice the pile of cigarette butts by the door.
Then on the wall of the opposite building there is a large flat screen tv, so we sit down and watch whats on. It's a piece of notebook paper, torn from the book and cut in half. On it is a game of hangman, but instead of single words, there are complete phrases, one of them being 'He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost' and other tongue twisters. We sit there entranced staring at the screen unable to move, it feels like being so high that you can't (or rather, don't want to) move, but we are not high.
The channel changes to two high school students' home movie project that involves acting out a scene from 'Great Expectations' page 171 from a baby crib. The one with the camera is lieing under the bed shooting the other one as he hangs over the edge of the crib to act out the scene. I reach up to the shelves and grab a copy of 'Great Expectations', but the book looks exactly like 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' (the white qp, same cover design, thickness, etc) so I can follow along with the scene.
Then the scene ends and the tv switches to the Israeli Prime Minister making a speech in the UN in 1968.
That's it. Once more down the rabbit hole tonight as NyQuil again is on my to do before bedtime list.
Listening to: Phish - New Years Eve 1995
I'm in the Cary store back in music and Lane is trying to shelve the Beatles cd 1963-66 (the red 2 disc set), but there are already close to 100 in the section, so i tell him to put them in understock. That's when Joy comes over and asks what this door is. I look up and there is a locked metal door in a place that didnt have one before. Oddly enough my key works and we step into an field between to buildings.
In the field there are rows of corn, no two rows are the same height (some are 12 feet tall and others 2 feet tall), they aren't in any ascending or descending order either, its very chaotic. There is some one tending the corn, its Joost. Then i notice the pile of cigarette butts by the door.
Then on the wall of the opposite building there is a large flat screen tv, so we sit down and watch whats on. It's a piece of notebook paper, torn from the book and cut in half. On it is a game of hangman, but instead of single words, there are complete phrases, one of them being 'He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost' and other tongue twisters. We sit there entranced staring at the screen unable to move, it feels like being so high that you can't (or rather, don't want to) move, but we are not high.
The channel changes to two high school students' home movie project that involves acting out a scene from 'Great Expectations' page 171 from a baby crib. The one with the camera is lieing under the bed shooting the other one as he hangs over the edge of the crib to act out the scene. I reach up to the shelves and grab a copy of 'Great Expectations', but the book looks exactly like 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' (the white qp, same cover design, thickness, etc) so I can follow along with the scene.
Then the scene ends and the tv switches to the Israeli Prime Minister making a speech in the UN in 1968.
That's it. Once more down the rabbit hole tonight as NyQuil again is on my to do before bedtime list.
Listening to: Phish - New Years Eve 1995
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
NyQuil
The cough medicine of the gods, if the gods were continually fucked up.
I always have the most fucked up dreams on this stuff and last night was no exception. I was in a Resident Evil game, but you could play either side, human or zombies and even the zombies had guns. The guns zombies carried allowed them to shoot their serum into humans to make more zombies. I was a human first, then I was a zombie. I had more fun as a gun toting zombie, creating legions of zombies that overran the humans.
Also, the map was my old grammar school.
I always have the most fucked up dreams on this stuff and last night was no exception. I was in a Resident Evil game, but you could play either side, human or zombies and even the zombies had guns. The guns zombies carried allowed them to shoot their serum into humans to make more zombies. I was a human first, then I was a zombie. I had more fun as a gun toting zombie, creating legions of zombies that overran the humans.
Also, the map was my old grammar school.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
The Metro
My girlfriend, and a few other of my friends, call my car The Metro, as if it was the only one in the world, which I know its not. But, I'm pretty sure its the only one in the world thats lost all four of its hubcaps while in motion. Not all at once, although that would be impressive. No, they've fallen off one by one, usually when I race around a turn at speeds Metros arent supposed to do around corners. I know this because I saw the first one fall off.
Back when I lived in Cary I spent way too much time at Cary Towne Center. It was between work and home and I enjoyed many of the shops there. Speeding through the parking lot was always fun, as it was relatively deserted. Long sweeping curves around the backside of Cary Towne center were always a fun place to open my car up (40MPH! back off MF! woo-hoo). One day while exiting a swooping curve I saw something roll in front of my car that was round, plastic and going faster then the car. Neat, I thought, then, Fuck!?!, was that mine?
I got confirmation that I had lost a hubcap when home and found my car was missing one. I never saw the other 3 fall off the car, but it only took an additional 9 months for me to lose them all and the Metro's been that way ever since.
Now seven years later, the Metro (who I call Polly) passed the 100,000 mile mark and is doing fine. It makes many noises, the hatch refuses to stay up, the heat has only two settings [very high & volcanic] and the dome light is always on; but other than that its in good shape. It still gets 35+ miles to the gallon and continues to get me from home to work & back, which is all I need it to do.
I looked into replacing the hubcaps for Polly, but since she's got such odd sized wheels, the hubcaps would cost about half what the tires do. $50 for the 4 hubcaps, $120 for 4 tires, and I refuse to replace them as I will just fling them off my car eventually.
So, here's to you Polly, the best car I ever had. May you continue to shuttle me around.
listening to: The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society
Back when I lived in Cary I spent way too much time at Cary Towne Center. It was between work and home and I enjoyed many of the shops there. Speeding through the parking lot was always fun, as it was relatively deserted. Long sweeping curves around the backside of Cary Towne center were always a fun place to open my car up (40MPH! back off MF! woo-hoo). One day while exiting a swooping curve I saw something roll in front of my car that was round, plastic and going faster then the car. Neat, I thought, then, Fuck!?!, was that mine?
I got confirmation that I had lost a hubcap when home and found my car was missing one. I never saw the other 3 fall off the car, but it only took an additional 9 months for me to lose them all and the Metro's been that way ever since.
Now seven years later, the Metro (who I call Polly) passed the 100,000 mile mark and is doing fine. It makes many noises, the hatch refuses to stay up, the heat has only two settings [very high & volcanic] and the dome light is always on; but other than that its in good shape. It still gets 35+ miles to the gallon and continues to get me from home to work & back, which is all I need it to do.
I looked into replacing the hubcaps for Polly, but since she's got such odd sized wheels, the hubcaps would cost about half what the tires do. $50 for the 4 hubcaps, $120 for 4 tires, and I refuse to replace them as I will just fling them off my car eventually.
So, here's to you Polly, the best car I ever had. May you continue to shuttle me around.
listening to: The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Our Future In Domes
How creepy will it be if in the year 2043, when we are living in our corporate controlled housing units inside the city sized domes that protects us from the global-warming super storms that rage across the world, we finally find out that it was Bush and his neo-con cronies who planned 9/11, just to be able to justify his secret monitoring of communications at the end of 2005, which would lead to the eventual repealing of the First and Fourth through Eighth Amendments, thereby ushering a new world where large corporations run the government. [Like the Shadowrun world, without the magic, although having magic would make up for living in a sterile cookie cutter world. Sort of.]
Be very afraid. The president is urinating all over the 4th amendment. What he's doing is very frightening. He must be stopped. I know I don't want to live in the Greater Atlanta Coca-Cola Dome
Amendment IV
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
Be very afraid. The president is urinating all over the 4th amendment. What he's doing is very frightening. He must be stopped. I know I don't want to live in the Greater Atlanta Coca-Cola Dome
Amendment IV
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Olympic Fever
just 64 days to go until the 2006 Winter Olympics begin in Torino, Italy. the grandest world spectacle (well, second behind the summer games).
a place where everyone (well, everyone who lives in a country with winter) gets together to do compete with items ill-equiped to walk in, attached to your feet.
oh, so grand! and guess what makes it better? the insanity of the events.
slide down 70m long ramp on skis and then jump? YOU BET!
hurl yourself down an icy replica of your small intestine at 90mph on a radio flyer? RIGHT ON!
ski around in circles with a rifle on my back? YEAH... wait, what?
slide a rock with a handle while i use a broom to direct it? now your just making shit up
more good news? you're gonna know more about 2 or 3 american girls (ages 15-22), who happen to skate very well, than you know about your neighbor.
so what should you do? watch the damn games. i will, because i am a sucker and love this kind of crap. over dramatized, homogenized, nationalist drek crammed down my throat. oh, and, and hot italian women in tight fuzzy parkas
a place where everyone (well, everyone who lives in a country with winter) gets together to do compete with items ill-equiped to walk in, attached to your feet.
oh, so grand! and guess what makes it better? the insanity of the events.
slide down 70m long ramp on skis and then jump? YOU BET!
hurl yourself down an icy replica of your small intestine at 90mph on a radio flyer? RIGHT ON!
ski around in circles with a rifle on my back? YEAH... wait, what?
slide a rock with a handle while i use a broom to direct it? now your just making shit up
more good news? you're gonna know more about 2 or 3 american girls (ages 15-22), who happen to skate very well, than you know about your neighbor.
so what should you do? watch the damn games. i will, because i am a sucker and love this kind of crap. over dramatized, homogenized, nationalist drek crammed down my throat. oh, and, and hot italian women in tight fuzzy parkas
Monday, December 05, 2005
1.6 Seconds
thats all it takes, from utter disbelief that MY team was going to lose the first game i ever saw live AT home to an UNRANKED team to unbridled joy.
i really still cant believe it happened. i really still cant believe i saw it live.
when i see the replay on the morrow, i will be like 'hmm... looks like the shot... it could be... but then again i saw it from a different angle, CAUSE I WAS FUCKIN THERE!'
and when i see the replay every game this season it will make me smile, not cause Duke won, but because i was there. it will also make me smile because i sat two rows back of a pair of fine asses.
and a pair of fine asses in proximity to each other causes one to smile; the closer, the wider the smile
i really still cant believe it happened. i really still cant believe i saw it live.
when i see the replay on the morrow, i will be like 'hmm... looks like the shot... it could be... but then again i saw it from a different angle, CAUSE I WAS FUCKIN THERE!'
and when i see the replay every game this season it will make me smile, not cause Duke won, but because i was there. it will also make me smile because i sat two rows back of a pair of fine asses.
and a pair of fine asses in proximity to each other causes one to smile; the closer, the wider the smile
Friday, December 02, 2005
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Harry Potter & GOF
Tonight i saw the fourth Harry Potter movie and i ruined it for myself in the first five minutes. I am familiar with the books and once i spotted the first major deviation from the book, i turned my attention to catching other 'mistakes'. This led me to miss the movie.
I really couldnt tell you what happened, but i can tell you exactly what was different between the book and the movie. I mean the weasleys hair should be RED, how hard is that to get right? Its like Harry without the scar, or Hermoine with the proto-boobies and young blossoming body..... wait, i mean, they even changed the sets! fuck! i liked the old sets, they were bigger. Theres a reason its called a Great Hall, because its supposed to be fuckin GREAT, not some cramped room that resembles my high school auditorium.
Fuck! Now i realize the whole movie was smaller, every room, every shot, even Hagrid! All smaller, much smaller. Thats bullshit. If i'm gonna spend $8 bucks to go see a movie thats 2 and half hours long i want some wide, grand shots, some kind of epic feeling; not some 2+ hour long G-rated music video. The only tongue i saw tonight was in the trailer for Aeon Flux.
Aeon Flux? thats a tough one, see it, not see it? Plus side to this movie is that i will enjoy the movie and not look for 'mistakes'. i had no idea what the plotline was on the short videos i caught on MTVs Liquid Television, probably the last good thing mtvs done, so i should go see it. double plus: Charlize! one of my 5
So then i shouldn't read the Narnia series i just picked up until i see the movie, that looks sweet. it better not be a fuckin g-rated music video. i want grand fuckin shots, i want shots taking from a fuckin helicopter sweeping across a giant fuckin battlefield. i want to leave the movie theater saying 'that was fuckin cool' not 'what the fucks up with their hair?'
One Star (out of 5) and sadly, i might go see it again
I really couldnt tell you what happened, but i can tell you exactly what was different between the book and the movie. I mean the weasleys hair should be RED, how hard is that to get right? Its like Harry without the scar, or Hermoine with the proto-boobies and young blossoming body..... wait, i mean, they even changed the sets! fuck! i liked the old sets, they were bigger. Theres a reason its called a Great Hall, because its supposed to be fuckin GREAT, not some cramped room that resembles my high school auditorium.
Fuck! Now i realize the whole movie was smaller, every room, every shot, even Hagrid! All smaller, much smaller. Thats bullshit. If i'm gonna spend $8 bucks to go see a movie thats 2 and half hours long i want some wide, grand shots, some kind of epic feeling; not some 2+ hour long G-rated music video. The only tongue i saw tonight was in the trailer for Aeon Flux.
Aeon Flux? thats a tough one, see it, not see it? Plus side to this movie is that i will enjoy the movie and not look for 'mistakes'. i had no idea what the plotline was on the short videos i caught on MTVs Liquid Television, probably the last good thing mtvs done, so i should go see it. double plus: Charlize! one of my 5
So then i shouldn't read the Narnia series i just picked up until i see the movie, that looks sweet. it better not be a fuckin g-rated music video. i want grand fuckin shots, i want shots taking from a fuckin helicopter sweeping across a giant fuckin battlefield. i want to leave the movie theater saying 'that was fuckin cool' not 'what the fucks up with their hair?'
One Star (out of 5) and sadly, i might go see it again
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