Yesterday, I forgot to mention that I ran into the Birds at King Soopers. As I walked in, I spotted them milling down the holiday item aisle. Fortunately there was a big soda display that I put between me and them. Once they were headed up another aisle, I started after them and followed wondering how long it'd take them to notice me.
In the second aisle, the cookie aisle, I thought the jig was up. maribou had turned around to look at some stuff and I turned my back to them and looked in the air really conspicuously trying to be inconspicuous. A heartbeat or two later, I still wasn't noticed. Jaybird kept turning to the side to talk to the trailing maribou but he never caught me. Finally at the canned vegetables I decided it'd be more fun to announce myself.
Well, I was worried that they would be annoyed because I was around them and it wasn't one of the scheduled Thursdays or Fridays. They reassured me on LambdaMOO that wasn't the case.
After work, I stopped by one place on Cache La Poudre, up by Safeway, wondering about their apartment offerings. Unfortunately they don't accept any pets which had me turn on my heel. A block up the road I found someplace that accepts cats, not dogs. Hopefully they don't have any weight restrictions. Well I have an application and was told to even look at an apartment that it's $25 which is refunded should I choose to move to their complex. From what the young woman told me, the apartments are only slightly bigger than my apartment at 520 feet but it's a $100 non-refundable deposit for Spottles plus the deposit for the apartment which is $425. She seemed to be pretty distracted so I'll probably check by on another day. Just right now I don't have $25 to piss away on looking at an apartment. If it was busier then I'd probably pay.
Plus either it was a really casual day at that office or maybe the usual folks had gone home early. It left me feeling a bit weird but after stopping at Safeway for bread I put it behind me.
Bread? The Birds are on the South Beach diet again. It's a shame because everything that Jaybird cooks would be really good if he could put little white potatoes into the crockpot with whatever bits of meat and flavorings.
Well I contacted him about something he mentioned in volume one.
The Dorian-driven peoples ended up in the strangest places — Britain, for example... and we saw in Vol. 4 how desperate sea-raiders attacked Egypt and became Israel's enemies: The Philistines, which may be another way of saying Pelasgians... and one of these volumes we'll see what all this had to do with China!
Well he responded and mentioned that volume three touches upon it but he gave a little more information in the email. With a little trepidation I will repost his response.
I'm afraid that in Book III it's only suggested in a general way. That is, the "hydraulic pressure" of China on Central Asian people, when China expanded, just about always had a ripple effect in Europe. The examples in Book III are all later, though. Sorry about that!
The reference to Britain may not be 100% accurate either, tho maybe it is. Phoenicians certainly reached Britain and Ireland, where they bought tin during the Bronze Age (I've seen the ancient tin mines myself on the Dartmoor!), and in Ireland their presumed decendants are known as the "black Irish."
I just think it's funny that he doesn't think the sources are 100% accurate. A while ago I emailed him about a parable regarding an atheist who kept denying god but ends up that god welcomed him because the atheist always had god on his mind. I was curious about the source of the anecdote and when he responded he told me that he heard it from a friend of a friend or something along those lines.
Either Mr. Gonick is a modern day Herodotus or every legitimate source is suspect!
And I do make the association with Herodotus without any rancor but in the vein as a compliment.
Finally, he told me that in a few months Volume Four of the Cartoon History of the Universe will be coming out! Looks like I'll be getting both volumes!
These directions won't mean anything to you but should anyone "in the know" happen to read this dream then they can visualize it. I headed up towards the Amoco, now a BP, that cheered on 9/11. I hung a right and rode uphill towards town hall and the library. On the right is an old brick apartment complex where I continued my adventure. I rode through the maze of alleyways between the buildings until I reached a wrought iron gate. It opened upon my approach.
On the other side were a bunch of kids on bikes, riding in circles. Fuck. Seconds later they saw me and started riding towards me. We played a game of chicken, six against one, and I threaded the needle between two cyclists reaching the opposite gate. Sitting quietly like big cats in the tall grass were two police cruisers which leapt to action once I was in their sight.
The opposite gate opened, a horde of cops ran in and started roughing up and arresting the gang. I stood back and watched, back against the wall, feeling impotent and hopeless because I didn't personally deal with the menace.
Now throughout the dream my father was giving a running commentary on my journey. I could also feel my sister's eyes on me. Neither were physically present with me in the dream. Things became heated between me and dad and I was left alone by the time I entered the maze.
When I finally got home it was still the middle of the night. The situation here was a bit more hectic because college students were fucking everywhere! Everywhere one turned, there was some dipshit wasting four years and their parents's money acting all sullen and pretending to be intelligent.
In retrospect, this part of the dream was particularly silly. As always, you hadda been there.
