November 2007

11/29/07
heptapod.org is slowly approaching the 1000th dream. If you find it somewhere in your hearts, gentle reader, kindly contribute a dream to realize the dream of 1000 dreams by 2008.

Only one or two contributed dreams would be necessary to make my task a little easier for me, editor in chief of the world's least favorite vanity site.

heptapod.org thanks you for your support.

fuck

As I am sitting here in front of my laptop I just realized it's only fucking Wednesday (as I write this).

Why can't it be Friday?

math-turbation

Tuesday night I whiled away the hours doing some accounting of all the dreams since the inception of heptapod.org. Turns out that there are discrepancies that I can not account for and there's too much and I'm too lazy to dig around and see why nothing's adding up. The Dreams and Nightmares page has four columns. The first column (C1) has 279 links to dreams, columns two and three (C2, C3) have 251 dreams while the final column (C4) has 187 dreams.

So I did the breakdown. C1 has 10 old dreams, 6 contributed dreams, 20 nightmares, 17 sex dreams, 1 sex-nightmare and 225 regular dreams. C2 has 1 old sexdream, 16 nightmares, 5 old dreams, 1 old nightmare, 20 contributed dreams, 7 sex dreams and 201 regular dreams. C3 has 19 contributed dreams, 8 sex dreams, 2 old dreams, 14 nightmares and 208 regular dreams. Finally C4 has 2 old dreams, 9 sex dreams, 6 contributed dreams, 5 nightmares and 186 regular dreams.

Oh. Oh! Actually I was wrong and there are 164 regular dreams.

Actually that works out. I was just overtired and getting careless with my math.

yes i am cheating

So far there are 52 contributed dreams which means only 935 of the dreams posted at heptapod.org are my own dreams. For me to truly post 1000 dreams then I have to have sixty five more dreams.

At this point I don't care and would rather get 1000 dreams altogether and then announce what ended up being the 1000^th dream by me and only me when I do the accounting for 2008.

hpl's life

S.T. Joshi's biography of Howard Phillips Lovecraft is a really engrossing read. It's the third book I've read about Lovecraft, the former two were given to me by maribou, but this one stands heads and shoulders above the rest.

If you're not a fan of Lovecraft or his writing then you might as well give it a pass. Seven hundred pages of the minutae of a person's life. Right now I'm 100 pages into the book and Lovecraft is about eighteen years old and getting involved in amateur journalism. That's the old fashioned term for "blogging".

Definitely not something to read in one sitting. Taking my small brain into consideration I'm reading about ten pages a day, maybe more if I have the time, to get the full story rather than skimming it and then reading it a few years later for the sake of completeness.

in yer dreams

Flying high over a white and gray landscape in a small two-seater plane with my father. My sister was somewhere in the back of the plane. We were someplace over a wintery wilderness, I was distracted watching the pine trees roll beneath the plane's shadow. The plane was now over an icy lake that hadn't frozen over altogether despite the bitter cold.

For some reason my father shifted in his seat and clocked my sister between the eyes with his elbow. He started shouting at me and started laughing as he dipped the plane's left wing going into a final spin crashing into the water. My sister was a lost cause with the icy black water filling the plane. I crawled out the window and started swimming for the shore despite the cold.

The ice wasn't that thick but it hindered my progress. Dad was behind me chanting "gonna getcha" at the top of his voice. All I wanted to do was get the fuck away.