Weird shit in my life. No, I'm not going to be so dramatic to say that I'm a 'weirdness-magnet' like some people. My rugged yet weatherbeaten atheist philosophy which has more craters than Earth's moon or James Woods's face says I'm simply applying reductive reasoning, reductio ad absurdum, parsimony, Occam's razor and spivak's razor to various events in my life.
An aside, the world is a far greater and mysterious world when there are no unseen forces motivating events, disasters or history. A world without God is far more beautiful and fascinating than one which is lorded over by the unseen, combined avatar of the concepts of love and hatred. The same goes for wacky conspiracy theories.
raddidge has been very strange of late.
Okay, raddidge is always strange but the events surrounding her have been awfully strange.
So she was late logging into LambdaMOO and I was concerned since 9 p.m. had come and went without her appearance. So I phoned her and left a message on the compound's voicemail system. Seconds later she logs into LambdaMOO. The same event happens a few days later.
Sunday night, raddidge left a little after seven p.m.. Quarter after seven if you're going by Parker time. Come nine p.m. she still hasn't emailed me to let me know that she arrived safe and sound at home to give mousefuls of treats to Wumpus. Feeling anxious, I emailed her then logged out to check my voicemil then logged back online where I suddenly received an email! Moments later she appears on LambdaMOO!
Take that, Ticktock Man and your junta.
The last time I had these hallucinations was back in 2002. They got so bad that I couldn't see and everything became kaleidoscopic.
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the ever lovin' raddidge
a mountain in the distance along 24 west, raddige is adamant it's pikes peak
big storm is brewing up north
the ever-present cattle of hartsel
a loverly picture of some of the landscapial highlights of hartsel
There was a blackout on the block and the lobby was full of sullen, muttering kids who think nobody understands them. A few minutes after I got inside, the lights came on and everyone surged into the theater. The Peak was charging $1.50 to get in which is pretty good. I got myself an alcoholic drink that I had to assemble. Three glasses, one had milk, another had coke and the third contained a black and tarry alcoholic fluid. This was a buck fifty too. All I wanted was a Coke.
So I tried to pawn off the drink kit on someone but there weren't any takers. In the lobby I ran across a kid, about sixteen, who said he was Alastair Cooke. He told me that he wasn't the real Alastair Cooke yet and he had to wait for the cloning process to finish before he could assume the role.
Dream memories said that this wasn't the first time at the Peak for RHPS. In the past and subsequent visits after this one in the dream I didn't pay admission. Of course I never stayed beyond the opening credits and lips because I was an anxious old man worried about not getting enough sleep and being late for work or cranky.
Now I was driving home. Nota bene, this is the first appearance of my waking life car in my dreams. Something in the back of my head told me that this was all part of a remake of the Halloween movie series. Home ended up being a mirror image of the house where I live in waking life. Jamie Lee Curtis was on the porch rounding up these two cookie-cutter Hollywood blonde kids. I parked and got out humming the jingle from Halloween III: Season of the Witch. "Three more days 'til Halloween. Halloween. Halloween. Three more days 'til Halloween. Silver Shamrock!" Since she was part of the movie, she wasn't aware of the story so I decided to spoil her. We were talking in the upstairs kitchen. Funny thing, the house wasn't subdivided. While we were talking, I discovered scars and welts on my arms. Soon things were crawling under my skin. One of these things popped out, a gleaming silver trilobite scrambled out of the wound. The bugs were everywhere, running for cover under the fridge and stove!
Spot ended up waking me by thumping her wee little paw against the window.
