October 2007

10/22/07
Back to work.

Calm blue ocean.

GREAT WHITE SHARK!!! GREAT WHITE SHARK!!!

Thank you.

sunspots

Whenever I check spaceweather and see the sun hasn't had any spots in the last few days or weeks I wonder if something's going on and everyone's just playing the fiddle while the end of the world looms on the horizon.

When I wrote horizon I pronounced it as "whore-ee-zon" with the final syllable being short.

a few times

In the past week I have had a few times where I thought that I was alright. When I was out with raddidge on Saturday and a few times over at the Birdhouse I was whispering "I love my cat" under my breath. About an hour ago I lay down to read a book and rest before taking a shower and getting ready for bed and returning to work.

Fuck shit, I was overwhelmed with anxiety and began to panic. Spot was on the desk exploring my junk and gadgets and knicknacks with her wee paw and I asked her to stop. That's when the left side of my mouth started getting this vicious metallic pain until I was upright again. Rest of the time was spent reading on the toilet.

I don't want to live like this anymore.

just sayin'

If I get ~~four~~ three more dreams this month I'll be pleased with heptapod.org's progress.

Was re: 1000 dreams by 2008.

in anticipation

I went ahead and plopped the links to dreams up to dream 946 on the dreams and nightmares page that mercifully spares you, gentle reader, from egregious load times to present a big purple list in the right-hand column that links to material none of you actually read or even skim much to my dismay.

I've come to realize that the hypothetical dream 999 will neatly end the column. The thousandth dream will begin a new archival page, the abbreviated purple column will now feature five dreams per row rather than the current six per row. My issue regarding lining up all the numbers with minimal fuss and keeping it neat has been solved much to my pleasure.

Most likely there will be a new page every thousand dreams. Every hundred dreams will be shuffled onto the new dreams and nightmare archive page. In eight or nine years I'll have to see about making the next page for dreams 2000 to 2999.

in yer dreams

Circumstances had me living in the little pillbunker garage on the side of the house. In my dream it wasn't painted and it was fairly drafty and a little wobbly in construction. Each wall felt like it was a single mass of cinderblocks unattached to the other walls at the corners nor to the roof. There was a quarter inch gap, that's .635 centimeters for those living outside of the Republic, between the wall and the floor which wasn't very pleasant in the wintertime. Whenever I'd close the front door I'd have to be very gentle so the walls wouldn't sway or rock on their precarious foundation.

I went outside to sit behind the garage I saw someone in a white child molester van had pulled into the driveway. Standing on my toes I could see the driver was a UPS guy in the familiar brown uniform. He kept backing up and up and up and up until he bumped my humble abode and having it topple on itself. The van hit the house a few times trying to escape while I clambered over the rubble but when I finally got a good view of the license plate the van had turned north on Weber and was gone for good.

So I found Spot and Black Leg, brought them into my old apartment and went to the doctor's office. The doctor was going to put a medical screw in my skin to easily take blood samples. He was on the phone the whole time and kept shushing me when I was asking "Is this going to hurt" by miming it or stage-whispering it.