April 2009

April Fools

Between 1990 and 1997, (Darren Lipnicki) kept meticulous records of his nightly reveries, amassing a total 2387 written accounts during his teenage years. "I always wanted to do science with them," he says.

Fuck.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCK

I've been doing this website for nearly a decade and I'm not even close to what this guy had recorded in seven years. This quote is from an article in NewScientist about how geomagnetic activity affect dreams.

march is over

March is not my most favorite month of the year. In fact it is ahead of the august month of August. Kindly note both have thirty one days and no widely-observed holidays which entail missing time at work.

Mostly because one of my suicide attempts (hah do they give a Nobel prize for attempted physics? attempted suicide, indeed! man up and follow through next time, faggot) was back in March 2004. In fact most of my breakdowns have taken place in March. Sure some could argue ^{[citation needed] [who?]} that the time change from the wholesome and healthy standard time to the egregiously evil offspring of William Willett the pernacious promulgator of this awful institution. In the half-hearted defense of the aforementioned alliterative nitwit, George W. Bush pushed daylight savings time back to this month rather than having it during fair April.

Plus March just drags on and on. Take the March of 2009. By the time it's the last week, BAM!, there's a half-week left of March. It's like getting a pop quiz after finishing your final exam and the pop quiz hinging on your passing the course. Even worse is the fact that nearly every year March is simply the twin of February. Each numbered day falls on the same day of the week. February has the good grace to be brief and slink out of sight despite the fact that it is host to a greeting card holiday and every four years (unless it's a century or millennium when it has to be divisible by 400 which happened to be nine years ago, NINE YEARS AGO DO YOU NOT FEEL OLD, GENTLE READER?) it completely fucks up the calendar with Sadie Hawkins Day.

Still March lingers like a fart. Of course the fragrance has become somewhat sweeter since it is the natal month of my sweetie whom I smooch on a regular basis even if only in dreams for now. Still doesn't change the fact that I am glad of the passing of March. Take your Caesar and equinox then kindly stick them where the sun doesn't shine.

oneiromancy

I dreamt that it was Friday. Still woke up early and found myself in my parents's house. Television was on but the programming was irrelevant in dreams and waking life. As I walked out the door maribou was coming downstairs telling me something, distracting me from the fact that Spot and Lilah were going to escape. Understand that in waking life the home of my parents and the Birdhouse front door do not have what I call an airlock. You open the door right into the outdoors without any intermediate space like my laundry room. Spot waddled outside and lay down in the grass while Lilah, who was considerably more Spottish in proportions, bolted over the lawn into the bushes. I panicked and started whining about how Lilah's never coming back because she's such a skittish kitty. When I went to therapy the office was much darker than I remember and I was far too distracted to talk about my anxiety.