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| I'm not exactly sure what it means when they call a college player a "red-shirt
freshman," but I suspect it has something to do with them being the most likely
guy to be killed during an away game. (Scott E. Frank)
Vegetius said: If
you want peace, prepare for war. Paul the Apostle said:If you want peace, work
for justice. Twenty bucks says: Vegetius kicks Paul's ass in a paint-ball
fight.
If it's really a supercomputer, how come the bullets don't bounce
off when I shoot it?
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I had a nightmare last night for the first time in perhaps years, and it was
fucked up. I normally try to keep the profanity down, but there is just no other
way to express it adequately. For those not familiar with my dreams, I should
explain that they are strangely well developed and usually serialized or
reference each other. For example I can be in the same dream twice (event-wise),
but a different character each time, or it might pick up where a previous one
left off. They are also very thin on symbolism, and run in a more narrative or
documentary format. Yeah, I am weird. I wonder what Freud would do with a cigar
almost always being a cigar.
My usual dreaming patterns are what makes my
latest dream so strange.
Ok, here goes… brace yourself.
It begins
with my being arrested, but specific charges are not pressed. I am brought to a
jail cell and left there, alone. I am told that each of the houses I used to
live in have children's bodies in the basement, half eaten. There is some sense
of acknowledgement that I have indeed moved a lot and lived in all the houses.
The reasons don't seem to be significant, as they are not even addressed. It
just occurred to me, I never "saw" another person's face - including the cops
and bodies, they were always seen from the back and I am viewing the scene in
third person.
I rage righteously that I have no idea why the bodies are
there, but to no avail. Eventually I fall asleep in the cell - and dream. This
is the first time I have ever had a picture-in-picture dream before. I dreamt of
the basements, the bodies, and the cannibalism, and it was being done first
person now, DOOM style. There is a fairly long sequence of segues going from
basement to basement, different little children (kindergarten age I think).
There is nothing violent, and the children are all already dead, but I begin to
feast in a frenzy. There are several bodies in each basement. I don't think
there was any differentiation (male/female) but there was nothing notable in
that area, they are basically asexual. It seems so real that I wake up sweating
(in the dream), but remembering the images. There was never any presentation of
pictures, but I knew that is what the real scenes looked like. I began to
worry I had perhaps done this, but there was no guilt, because my conscious mind
(in the dream) knew I didn't do it.. I think that is about the time
that Michelle woke me up and I broke contact with it. There was no finish and I
slept normally from what I can remember after that.
If any of you fancy
yourself a lay-shrink I would be interested what you thought of it.
Well,
I have to get to bed real soon, 04:00 comes early in these parts. I hope I don't
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| My doctor's grim diagnosis: multiple personality disorder. The problem is that
we're not sure which one of us he meant. (Jenn McNanna)
Give a man a fish
and he'll say, "Yo, bitch! Wassup wit da trout?!?" At least that's what happened
when I tried it. (Glenn Rauch)
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I was discussing the
possibility of going out on New Years Eve for karaoke, and one of the issues
that came up is the danger of drunk drivers. That lead me to another thought,
and I wonder why I have not heard of this being proposed before.
Since
liquor is much like a hand gun, in that it depends on the user whether its
effect on others is positive, negative or neutral, why is it not licensed?
Prohibition just does not work – there will always be supply if there is demand;
that law is immutable. However, what if a person were given the privilege of
alcohol consumption at 21, and if there were a violation related to alcohol it
could be suspended, regardless of age? Bars would be liable for losing their
license if they serve these unlicensed people, the same as if they served
under-aged drinkers. A person could be jailed for being intoxicated if they were
not licensed, the same as if they were found carrying a handgun without a
permit.
Would this stop drunk driving? No. Would this curtail it
drastically? I think so.
But we have a right to encroach on or
even endanger other people’s lives, don’t we?
Oh well, it makes too much
sense to ever make it into law, so why spend time fretting over it?
I
hope your new year is shaping up to be a fine one.
OH, Is anyone
interested in a slightly used soapbox? | | |
| I was going to sign up to be a superhero, but decided against it after learning at superhero headquarters that the only power left was "absorbs more odor than baking soda." (Anthony Myers)
 Well, my my oldest daughter is dating finally and I guess I have to be a good cyber dad and chaperone their weblogs. I thought you might like my most recent find around the apartment, a praying matis. It was a big temptation to keep.. her (I think)... but it's so important that nature take it's course and let her freeze to death like she should. Actually, I was concerned she had to lay eggs (the abdomen was pretty swollen) and I didn't want a hundred of them in the apartment. They go through 6 crickets a day anyway and we don't need another mouth to feed, even one that small. Well, enough for now, seeya.
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I couldn't figure out why Cuba didn't have a better Olympic rowing team. Then I realized that their best rowers probably live in the United States. (Andrew Senger)
Had a wonderful time with my eldest daughter this weekend. The time alone is really better than having all three at once. I feel like I don’t get to bond with any of them if I have all of them. There are no activities they all like (and I can afford) She is off to Corps in a short time I will not likely have much contact with her for 3 months. Wow. She has gotten so grown up that she is involved in 90 day adventures. I think this one-at-a-time thing is better for quality time.
When she gets back we are going to have to take a look at getting her a car. She has a job already lined up so she will need a mode of transport. Her Mom should be getting busy with Mary Kay so she will be a little less available time for scooting her around. She will also have college coming up very soon too. There will be no avoiding it methinks. I have to say that she drives pretty well (she drove my car for about a half hour). Just a little adjustment on how she deals with the brakes and we are golden. It may be best to look at a new car like a Hyundai Accent(it does not come in purple – I already checked). The payments will be easiest to make that way. The insurance will be bit more but I don’t want to get her some rattle trap that I always have to worry about breaking down on some lonely road. I have the Ex taking a look at the car and am bracing for the inevitable “it’s too small to be safe” but I can’t think of what else to do to balance the payment with the reliability.
We watched Dogma on Saturday night and I was really proud of how open minded she was about the religious concepts that were dealt with (or assaulted more like it). I figured she would have a problem with some of it, but being a strong person she didn’t let a movie define or derail her beliefs. Usually that results in person that maintains an adamant denial of anything outside the accepted paradigm, but said she could see how some of it could be plausible. Atta girl. I just have to keep my atheism horns sheathed because she does not deserve to have her beliefs challenged no matter how I feel.
Well, back to the frey.
seeya | | |
| I wish I had the power to shed my skin at will. Then I could fake leprosy and go home early. (Tim Royce)
Whew, finally the day slows down again. I guess busy is a heck of a lot better that out of business, so I should count my blessings.
With Terry’s passing, I only have relief. The poor woman had communicated to her husband that she did not wish to be kept alive in this condition and the parents just made her suffer for 15 years because they could not cope with letting her go. I hope I am never in either the parent’s or the husband’s position but I also hope I have the courage to honor the person’s wishes even if it means I lose them. Anything else is just selfish.
Just a warning: if you are squeamish just close your eyes as you read this next paragraph.
I cheated and had a hamburger on the way home yesterday and what a wonderful smell I discovered as I contemplated on the thunder-mug this morning. I had gotten used to more bovine like food, and in processing, more bovine like waste. I grant you that there will never be a Eau-Du-Veggie-Poop perfume at Nordstroms, but at least the room was habital when I left it before. Michelle can be thankful that there was a couple of hours of fan exhaust to bring the room back to normal before she woke up.
You can open your eyes now.
I am absolutely getting back to the rabbit food. It is very tasty actually and I rarely really crave meat anymore. The little “reminder” I get shortly after the cheating is enough to keep me on the stalk, not marrow. ~grins~ I love puns.
I see that I have a subscriber that is Gina’s age, and the face looks vaguely familiar. I wonder if she could be THE Stacy. Another little hottie. (I just did that to weird you out, relax I have not become a perv – but honestly, you are a beautiful young woman) Wow. You know you are cool when your daughter’s friends subscribe to your journal. Of course it is probably so they can make fun. “Did you see what he said about ___ OMG… He is so Stone Age.” Oh well, you don’t hear what Michelle and I say about you guys, so nyah. ~grins~
Well, back to work for the curmudgeon.
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