On Thursday I made the acquaintance of Tuxedo Cat. She was lounging in front of the building next door near Black Leg's pitifully empty food dish. Since Black Leg is so small and scrawny with a forlorn mew I gave her a can of wet food. Tuxedo Cat was nonplussed and when I held out my hand she let me come close. Heck, Tuxedo rolled on her back and scratched letting me rub her tummy.
Later I went to have Chinese with the Birds. They were playing Guitar Hero II. Much later I played some Bioshock but went home when I was feeling sleepy and got the sleepy vibe from the Birds.
Black Leg was hanging around on the sidewalk. I opened the screen door to the building next door and plopped her in there to stay warm overnight. When I came home raddidge was telling me to get cats and to adopt a fat chocolate bunny by the name of Thelma.
So I thought, why not get one of my dreams illustrated in a comic and see if it'll get rejected published in a comic book. Even if it's a self-published thing or some ashcan minicomic.
Please excuse me but I have to procrastinate.
raddidge says, "The dream from the night before involved me going to meet someone for camping in the foothills somewhere. I had something to do first and when I was done with that, I thought I'd take a shortcut through D.I.A. because I knew it was closed down and I could get through easily. When I got to the airport, I found that there was some kind of open house deal for everyone to come and wander through it before they tore it down. (The D.I.A. in my dream resembled Stapleton and I think that's what it was really supposed to be.) I ended up wandering through corridors and up and down escalators because they had quite a few places closed off. I wasn't alone in being lost. Quite a few of the people were trying to find their way around. The people in charge were starting to make announcements that it was about time to close and could everyone make their ways to the exits, please. I ended up finding my way out to a runway which was doubling as a parking lot and that's when I realized that going through the airport was NOT a shortcut because it was out on the plains instead of going toward the mountains."
raddidge says, "I don't care if you post that one."
Further down a corridor I found a turret that was furiously blazing away in my direction. Even after soaking up some bullets and performing a full frontal assault the turret was undeterred and kept shooting at me. Eventually I figured out that the puzzle involved me luring the dragons down to the turret. The gun was unaffected by the fear radius and there were no precautions preventing enemies of the player from killing each other, intentionally or accidentally, in combat.
But I suck and couldn't get my ass together enough to solve a puzzle meant to be easily solved by someone one third my age.
Later on in the dream I learned there was going to be an eighty page anthology of Cerebus the Aardvark which was imaginatively called Cerebus 80. Despite my fanboyism I knocked the display over and ran away.
