June 2000
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Ah, green. Wonderful #00FF00. Nope, I don't have anything to write about anyone today because I procrastinated and I'm writing up a few sentences in another window. I'll post one tomorrow or as an addition to today's diary entry. I have to make sure that I upload it before 5 p.m. so some people don't feel left out since they don't have internet access at home. I'm surprised that people would be interested in this.
I have one or two notes that I jotted down while writing the entries about the people I care about. Funny thing while writing out the little items about my friends, I started seeing a pattern where I was writing how people are useful to me and how they entertain me or how I don't talk much with them anymore. I just hope that I do entertain them and it's not something one-sided. The other note is about if I should write about the people I dislike most in July. Or use that for the latter half of June after I run out of the people I'm writing about currently. I'll think about it.
One last thing before bed, these items will be shorter than I said in the previous entry. Plllbbbbttttttt.
Ruscha
Ruscha's one of the people I've met on MOO that has become a friend in real life. The real kicker is that since he's been within driving distance, or train distance since I hate driving into the city, I haven't had the money to go into the city to just hang out, drink, talk about writing, talk about MOO and learn him in real life and fit the online self into that person. He's going to be the first person I see when I start out on my trip around the US. Hopefully soon we can get together, hang out regularly and all that stuff.
Kinja
Much too fast and much too soon, Kinja and I burned ourselves out. On top of that we had bad communication, there were things I felt I couldn't tell her and she wouldn't come to me for support. On the good side, she's still a very good friend despite the fights. I can't say exactly what we have in common but it's a feeling inside of me that we do have some common ground. Dunno if its something as simple as being born in the same year and our interest in magick but I can't put it into words. Why? Because I'm lazy.
Jaybird and maribou
Alright, two people in one entry. Fah, in my mind they're inseparable. After all when they're not together it's harder to make fun of blowjobs and stuff. Jaybird's interesting. The conversations that I've had with him have been fun, talking about philosophy, how people relate to each other and I think religion. Just the guy has a job now and isn't online as much anymore so he watches fruity wrestling instead. maribou is a dear, I was surprised that she reads my personal page and it's cool how we've talked more since she's been reading it. We haven't talked much recently but it doesn't bug me since I don't talk much with many people. She is the one who gave me the idea for doing this feature in my diary. I can't wait to meet them when I do my trip because I think they're really keen people.
6:03 p.m.
Hah! Brian wasn't even at the Ren Faire today. Just phoned him and he was too tired to head on over. Foo! Still in Delaware. Today was a lovely day to say the least. I think I hit green lights the entire way over to my father's business, then when driving over to 78 I hit a green light (for once) at the Burger King and then drove way too much down to the Faire. Lovely day, I sat in the shade and flipped through a letter Devo sent me and I read her letter after leaving the faire. Phew, twelve bucks to get in. At least the show is pretty nice with all the boobage bounding about. Since I didn't see Brian, I got myself some Stewart's Ginger Beer which is quite good and he always gets it.
One thing about today was while walking down to my car it was lovely, not hot at all and I felt like I was myself. None of this crazy bullshit of being a certain way for someone or tightening up and withdrawing so I could be safe around people. Bit sad that I wasn't overly outgoing but no complaints since I was myself for better or for worse.
Brian
My best and oldest friend, I can prove that he existed before 1989 if that ever comes into question. Despite the times where we drifted apart because of his moving around, we'd always get back together and were able to catch up on things as if we saw each other yesterday. I thank him for getting me into gaming, showing me all his anime and being Brian with his tales of conquests of ren faires past, his sense of humor and stuff. He's a decent human being and I'm honored that I have him as a friend.
Dad
I love my Dad but he's a pain in the ass sometimes. He's enabled me but he's making up for what he didn't have when he was my age. Not that I'm a good son in any sense, unemployed, stuck at home, depressed and can't maintain a job or a relationship with a woman. I don't understand how he can be proud of me. I wish I was more outgoing and knew how to turn a buck like him rather than being an archtypical Presidential assassin. "He was always so quiet and on that there Inter-Net..." I love you, Dad.
Sometime really late into Tuesday...
Foo. Therapy was cancelled today and as far as I heard my next appointment will be next week. Not that I had much to talk about other than feeling good this weekend, the problem with the telephone and showing my therapist the internet and my online diary. The problem with the telephone was merely annoying but it was a power play which seriously angered me. When someone is using the downstairs phone and another phone in the house is currently in use there will be an annoying clicking noise that makes things almost unintelligable. One can shout over it to tell the person on the other end to hang up. Anyway. Tim phoned to see what was up, I picked up the downstairs phone and spoke for a few seconds with him until my mother picked up the phone upstairs.
I told her that I got the phone and it was for me. She stated,"Who is going to hang up?" and I told her the phone call was for me. She waited and kept the phone going click-click-click until I just hung up because I knew she was itching for a fight. The past few days since she returned from vacation she was picking on my father and my sister.
Minutes later, she called because the phone call was for me.
Stupid cunt.
My father tells me she doesn't want me out of the house, she just wants me being productive and making money rather than just being home and learning shit online. I'm sure she wants everyone out, since time immemorial she would go off on how she would love to live alone and have a big white house that was not dirty and just keep it that way. Plus with her attitude, I don't want to be around her. (Almost) Thirty years of this particular human being is terrible. I don't care if she's better. I don't care if she's worse because her cunt's bothered her for the duration of her breeder phase (it's the only logical explanation that can be ascribed, either she's menstruating or she's in PMS or now she's in menopause. if she has mental problems [likely] then no logic can be ascribed to them. i don't understand her and because of that i need to make some sort of connotation between her behavior and something about her. How cavemen probably thought rain was some god peeing on them.
I used to get in lots of trouble when I would say that. I never understood why until later on because I realized that people actually took this God bullshit really seriously and to think of this creature of love peeing on his people goes against some people's grains.
Malyss
I am happy that she's talking to me again because I resigned myself to the reality she would never speak to me again. It didn't hurt at first but it was only recently that it started wearing on me. Malyss is my friend, she did (kicking and screaming sometimes) the stupid stuff with me like L5R, gaming and playing scrabble or just hang out. Now I feel all weird talking with her again because I'm afraid she might be playing some joke on me. Maybe she isn't, maybe she is. I'm sure eventually I'll be able to talk normally to her again.
Oh yeah, I added something to yesterday in case you might've missed it.
Whoops, I skipped a day. I rolled my dice and today's entry is about...
Devo
My first friend on LambdaMOO. She was Yellow_Guest and I was bored at 2 a.m.. We started chatting and we've been corresponding in one way or another for the past four years or so. She's the only MOOer who I haven't met yet who I consider to be a close friend of mine. She listens to me, she sends me great letters where she traces her hand and that kinda stuff. Just too bad that she couldn't make it to the 98 NYE bash because of Toys R Us. Foo. I'll just have to wait until my trip.
Yes, I know that my page hasn't been too accessible lately and I'm looking for another free hosting service that won't give problems like this. If xoom clears up by Sunday then I won't move but I'll keep my eyes open. My day was nice enough, I walked down to the library, brushed up on my unix skills, read my new Weird NJ (I missed issue 13, must order it) and when I came back I stopped off in the field near the pond to lie down and stare at the sky. Allegedly today was going to be a big day for solar activity and there might've been some aurora borealis. I didn't see any but I got to lie in the grass for about an hour just thinking about nothing in particular and enjoying the still warm air all around me.
Rebeka
I only met Rebeka recently and she's a good egg and sharp as a tack. I helped her out with her problems with this dorky guy on Lambda she's not interested in but he insists on talking with her anyway. We play scrabble and talk about stupid MOOers. She hasn't been on lately either but she's back now.
The Good
Brian and Tim came over and we ended up playing Settlers, watching The Invisible Man, eating pizza and guzzling coke. I was surprised that Tim and I packed away two pizzas so quickly and we had two pizzas left. I was wired for sound because of the caffeine and I still am wired for sound but it was quite a lovely feeling to feel myself while I was at home. The nagging voice in the back of my head was merely a whisper that got shouted down by the ballsy side of my head. For fuck's sake I hope tomorrow that measly little voice doesn't do 'I told you so' in that Drippy (not the LambdaMOO person) voice.
The Bad
I snapped once and the very fact I was wired worked against me. Slight dread about tomorrow but it's really not anything that I'm going to sweat right now. It's not tomorrow. I also really need to phone my therapist because I need to work some things out and regain control of my life. I mean most of the stuff is handled but I definitely want to be a control freak and keep it in line for peace of mind.
The Ugly
Damn, that pizza's going to torture me well into tomorrow afternoon. Already I feel my stomach gurgling in discontent with the introduction of cheese into my system and has shown what dairy can do to me. I went to the bathroom and took a shit. Damn it felt like I gave birth to an ugly fetus but it seemed to come out fairly orderly with no grunting or squeezing.
YOU ALL MUST BE SO TURNED ON RIGHT NOW! STOP STROKING YOUR PUSSIES BECAUSE IT GETS BETTER
I got up and looked at what I had wrought. God damn, it was poop-pebble soup with gobbets of fat floating about amongst their brown brethren. When I flushed nearly everything went down the first time but then it clogged. What was left, gentle reader? The translucent gobs of shit-fat. HLLLRRURUAAAAUUHGGGGHHHH. I walked away feeling a bit shaken but relieved when I heard the toilet unclog itself and empty into the netherworld that toilets empty into.
hhsb
hhsb is a strange bird. She emailed me her pics out of the blue one day which took me off guard and all that. I dig her because she can be downright venomous when talking about breeders, their sprogs and the horror associated with that disgusting dyad. Also she knew that I would be interested in stuff dealing with ghosts. Sometimes I don't know where she's coming from though. Then again, maybe nobody does. She's the wind, baby.
Tim
Dreamy. Is there anything else I can really say about Tim? Hmm... Tim runs a kickass game and it's a damn pleasure to know that if he starts a game that I'll have an opening. He's also grounded, cutting through the bullshit and being his generally caustic self which is refreshing to see in real life. He's one of my best friends for the longest time and because of him, I've developed a few of my ideas/characters more but I still haven't put that on paper just yet. Someday. Just wish that he'd score some snatch already, he deserves it.
Mynx
Hi, Mynx! I really didn't know Mynx until after the '98 bash where Malyss and I met her and they got to talking, drinking and all that fun stuff. She's a cool, geeky chick who counters some of my stuff sometimes when I go off on a tangent and gives me an arguement against my ramblings which helps me think a bit clearer. She's not online much anymore and she still hasn't sent me the messages I have to HTML for her but I understand that she feels different about Lambda and stuff.
The nice thing about having pre-written entries is that I can use them to fill in the days that I forgot to enter in my diary. The weekend was just blah, I just dicked around on the computer, talked with folks and stayed up relatively late which is a Bad Thing (tm). My room is messy again but not to the extent it was back in March which was the end product of three years of neglect. This is also a flag that tells me that I'm becoming depressed a bit. Why? I have no idea. I hope to find out tonight.
Typing @nn, copying it and having it in my clipboard is a nervous habit and I do it even if I don't have to. I'm filled with raisiny goodness. Operator, may I help you? Bye bye! Skip, skip, skip to m'lou! Skip, skip, skip to m'lou! Skip to m'lou my darlin'! Does anyone have any more information on Firesign? I have this mail bomb I built and I'm itching to share it with him or his family. BARK BARK BARK! HELLO MY NAME IS RAGS! Oh, um, I'll just put the final pre-written entry here and be done with stuff for today (for now).
Rob
It's only recently that I've gotten to know Rob and he's pretty keen. Can't draw humans worth a damn but he creates the best monsters that I've seen. He has taste, having read lots of Lovecraft and portrays cool characters in the games I've seen him play in. There's not much else that I can say about him because I mostly see him at gaming but I'm sure we'll get to know each other better down the road.
I just went into my room and it looks like a bordello. I turned on the purple Christmas lights I have strung around my room and I was disappointed there weren't any hookers in there or that I wasn't making any money off of hookers. I wish I knew how to take a picture of it lit like that so I could share it here.
Whew, that's over with. In a few days I'm going to probably write about people that I hate. But first, a picture for the ladies...
My car's on the blink again, there's oil and some STP oil treatment in the mix but for some reason after some driving the needle for the oil pressure goes down to zero. Just woke up after being up for the greater part of the evening so there's not much to write. Bye bye!
Someone was a bad boy today. My father told me that this morning Ben caught a mouse and he was flipping the mouse around with his mouth then let the mouse go none the worse for wear (okay he was shaken and frightened I'll gather). About an hour ago I let Ben out with my father and he was transfixed on a spot under our porch so I decided to let him watch since it was probably another mouse. He went under and came out with something in his mouth. I made him drop it and it was a baby bunny. I cursed at him and brought him inside. In his defense, he's a lab and has a soft mouth (a purty mouth too).
There was another baby bunny nearby and I felt bad for the little scampers. I told my parents about it in case they wanted to see for themselves. I was going to pick up the bunny who was in Ben's mouth but my mother said something about that being bad and the mother would throw the bunny out because it smelled like a human. That's stupid. The baby bunny already smells like Ben's mouth, how could smelling like a human make things worse? Plus I don't believe that shit because it's just a variant on birds kicking babies out of their nests if handled by humans. Birds can't smell or don't have an advanced olfactory sense on par with cats or dogs.
I was going to take pictures of the baby bunnies but they scampered off and aren't anywhere to be seen. Maybe Ben will catch another later on and I'll get a picture then. Maybe not.
Last night I got some pictures of the adult rabbits in our backyard and today I was lucky enough to take a picture of one of the baby bunnies. According to my father, the little guy scampered through Benny's legs (he didn't notice) and ran towards the big tree. I grabbed the camera and took two pictures of the baby. Only three more pictures left and I think I'm going to waste them on new pictures of myself. That old B&W shot of me is getting stale.
While talking with Rebeka recently something came to my attention. Why do I think that people do things because of me? People have the right to choose. Maybe it's because I like to think that I'm important in peoples lives when overall I have a feeling I have no impact on them. It also makes me feel good to think that I have that kind of power but I don't make people do things. My thinking is that if I make people like me or they let me in enough that I can get some modicum of control I can keep them around longer.
I have to figure out how to kill that kind of thinking in my head because it will only lead to misunderstandings (I think you should be this way and you are being a free-willed human) and other badness. I know I think this way because I'm fairly certain that I don't deserve the friendships that I have engendered the past few years (strangely enough, I don't feel that way about Tim or Brian) because it's as if these people who have been let in can see all the ugly inside and I'm shocked that they're not running in terror unless I start barring the doors in anticipation of them leaving me.
I deserve good. I've been told that by my therapist, Kinja, Malyss, Rebeka, Brian, my father and others. Sometimes I believe it but overall I dismiss it and return to my rut. On the bright side, it's because of this kind of thinking I have gathered a lot of information on LambdaMOOers which I may or may not use. It's all fun and games lighting Firesign's van on fire but what will that get me? He seems to be doing a fine job being chased away from Lambda from people who wound his thin skin and don't fit his concept of appropriate behavior only logging in to perform his duties as a reaper while maintaining his healthy 300+ pounds. I remember when I saw him at the bash I could hear his bones creak, must be from his sub-caliber ancestry mingled with gorditas and assal-horizontology.
Why Firesign? Why not. I could have easily picked... oh, lets say Ibid. or Peri's honorable samurai pinky. Perhaps Gabaldon's ugly breeder ass or the way Loki seems to rush headlong into some confrontation on *anon to draw attention away from Cuntrot_Shitstain being a mooch and having her clit get all hard and excited when she hears the cracking sound of a fetal skull between her snatchlips.
Boy, my underwear is dirty. I didn't even crap my pants! That'll teach me to conveniently forget personal hygiene. I hope I'm more productive tomorrow because I haven't been lately and reaping what I don't sow will only be a bigger pain in the ass later on rather than taking care of the little pains in my asses right now.
You know what I hate? Self-righteous MOOers. The kind of people who do every chemical under the sun, have sex with minors or get to at least third base with minors then pretend to take the moral high ground on some debates. Which debates? I have no clue because I just ignore them. Cowlick_Skunktwat is such a fucking mooch. How? Well it seems that a while back she was whining online about how she didn't have any fucking money because she didn't have enough brains to keep her legs fucking shut and to keep the interest of the seed-dispenser. Know what she did? She borrowed money from MOOers and never paid them back. Not me, so I banish thee with the comebacks of 'ah, sour grapes eh?'. She's a nitwit breeder with no brains, no humor and she's disgustingly twinkish. Oh, why did she get this money from other MOOers? Netsex favors? Phonesex favors? Dating? Good trades on stuff? Nah, just gave her money unquestioningly. FOOLS! ALL OF YOU ARE FOOLS! I SLIT YOU UP A TREAT AND FILL YOUR ASS WITH ANGRY WEEVILS! Jesus, at least be generous to a decent human being but not some welfare skeeve who hasn't the brains to keep some guy's nut-stink cum goop out of her abortion oven. I personally think the money was used for one of her abortions so I figure the money was well spent.
Prepare yourself to be overcome with overripe, peanut-buttery fucklust!!!
Dead sexy
Work it on out, baby
Oh yeah. That's the stuff, sugar.
Yeah, I know I'm doing this entry a day early but the way I format my diary entries isn't conducive to updates and stuff. Here's a pic of the crane (blurry, click for bigger pic) and one of the baby bunnies.
Yay, it's finally Sunday proper. Anyway, I just came in from going to the park with Kinja. We sat up on this playset and talked. I brought up my concerns about her becoming a vampire (or at least some vampire's Renfield) since the last time I saw her was late at night, how she's been complaining about being anemic and her increased strength which she pawns off as having something to do with 'going to the gym'. Right. A likely story. We had a pleasant half hour (kidding, it was more like an hour) and we both got to catch two people screwing like rabbits through a window at her apartment complex. They stopped after I applauded loudly because that chick was riding whoever was underneath hard and fast. Hee hee.
SICK
Yes, I feel sick to my stomach for some reason. Maybe I'll feel better in the morning.
Nothing new. Just feeling better overall.
Just got in, tonight was a good night. I suggested using hexmaps next week for the game since next week seems like it will be combat once again as we assault this VIPER base. I got Brian pretty well. I was wondering where Brian was and if he was working, I was informed that he only works Monday, Wednesday and Friday which led Tim to say "Oh yeah, after working a full day, he'll need a day and a half to rest up." "Nah," I replied, "his boss is pretty and she's got a ring on her left ring finger. He's probably using Tuesday to get a little closer to her" which garnered a chuckle or two. Speak of the devil, Brian showed up and came in. "Where were ya?" I asked and he replied that he was busy massaging his boss. Everyone broke down laughing.
Fun game though. Now to do the gaming entry.
Just woke up. Had a dream. Starts out that I was at a theater hanging around underneath the marquee when I realized all I had to do was think of a certain set of numbers and I could teleport into a different world fitting those coordinates. First time I blindly teleported and I arrived alright. It was a black computer realm, featureless, where I had the power to create walls and doors which was pretty neat. I wandered around and met this copy of myself that wasn't working. I decided to build an area for people to come and hang out there.
I kept going back and forth between this place and the 'real' world telling people about it but nobody ended up going there. Sometime between all the porting around I saw Devo walking around and somehow knew to phone her somewhere. I returned to the 'real' world and I was in my garage. The garage door was open and there was a stove just outside my garage when I saw Brack there sitting beside the stove. We were talking and it ended up that he didn't know if he was thrown out of his home for punishment or if he was in New Jersey to see relatives. The conversation tapered off and the sun started setting so I decided to phone Devo and see what was up with her.
The number I called was a voicemail, there was a message made by the friend she's living with where he referred to her as the boobingest boob girl. I waited patiently through it because the message was too long then a monitor popped up in front of me so I could write down a message. I asked her what was going on, if she liked the area I created and if she'd meet me there. The letter just tapered off because I felt odd 'calling' there and hearing that outgoing message for this strange voicemail like I was intruding or that I was eventually ending up meddling in someone's life and getting in someone's way.
That's my dream from last night.
I made up an ASCII map of the dream place I created and kept going back and forth to last night. Plus it's my first pop-up window.
I wish I could've taken the time and enjoyed that moment of last night (nine p.m. precisely) I came upon when I finally came home because my return was heralded by the first firefly of summer. The little blinker zipped up from nowhere and lit off into the sky. It reminded me of a time when I was driving home from Malyss' place when the sun was low enough in the sky that everything was colored purple, the long grass was pale from the heat and lack of rain and darting between those violet leaves were fireflies which glowed so brightly that they seemed to shine out in a twelve inch radius while I drove past the fields. I pulled to the side and killed the engine hoping to make this a memory that would give me peace or remind me that there is some peace in the world.
I phoned her to take a drive down the same road to take a gander but I reckon she's too jaded with her backwoods ways and thinks those sorts of things are too touristy.
Even longer ago around Independence Day was the time where I was crossing a secluded bridge and the water was alive with light. Clouds of fireflies swarmed, swooped, flitted, fucked and glowed on the water. Just fucking gorgeous. Past few years that I've checked I haven't seen these tiny constellations. Maybe this year will be different.
Nothing much going on. I posted a dream from June 6th. I'm disappointed that the Warrens of the Nezumi stronghold is being auctioned off at more than twenty bucks on ebay. I haven't been too hot on L5R of late though I want to have a complete Naga collection and I'm missing most cards from Fire and Shadow. The ratlings are the only other faction that I know I would play more often than Dragon but WotC went and put that single card in a collection of 27 cards that were sold for eighty bucks. Plus the guy I usually buy stuff from says that he doesn't have any in stock and there's an outside chance that he will have any in stock after GenCon.
No more Lambda for a while. I doubt I'll respond to any emails unless they're from Tim, Brian, Malyss or Kinja. I was talking with hhsb yesterday and brought up how I needed to get away from Lambda for a while because I let myself get all sucked in and stuff and either I had to log out or end up becoming like the people I despise but in my own social circles. Meaning being the person who writes these journals on Lambda instead of being my vulgar self. hhsb said that she would kick my ass if I became like that. Heh.
By the way, cute log on *anon. Someone forward it to me on Lambda so I can have a copy instead of logging back in and forwarding it to myself.
Not much to say. I spent yesterday hunting on Ghostwheel getting crystals. I'm hoping to buy a big ticket item, armor, a chainsaw or a katana I once had called 'Angst'. I have about 5726 crystals and I'll need at least three times that to get stuff. Screw hunting to get crystals to boost atts.
I hurt my back earlier today while trimming the hedges. Took me about 15 minutes to get back inside then about an hour of pain lying down trying to find the best position for breathing. My father says the back muscle was pulled from the legs and not my arms. He's probably right since I have full range of motion in my arms.
More later, maybe.
I dreamt that Tim and I were driving around and ended up at some shopping mall late at night. We went in and purchased something and came out. Police were all around my car and I freaked inwardly and motioned to Tim to pretend that the car wasn't mine. The cops stared and asked us if we owned the car or knew anyone who did but we ignored them and looked over the side at the other parking garage across the way. The cops had village people mustaches. I thought they were after my car because it had no registration or insurance or current inspection sticker but another part of me said it was because I was driving through toll plazas backwards and going through two green lights in a row which was illegal in my dream.
We went back inside the mall which suddenly turned into my grandmother's house. He was downstairs while I went upstairs to get a gander of everything going on with the cops and such. I heard my car start up and drive off when I got to a window and looked out. The cops were busy towing it away following the tow-truck in a black SUV and a cop cruiser. I ran downstairs and tried to get someone to help me and follow me to see what little could be done to stop this or make life easier the next day. I ran down the street and ended up at this place in the woods that was a phone sex brothel.
It was made entirely out of sheet metal, the corrugated stuff that I ascribe to the Great Depression. People were at one end of this open air building pulling little boats up and down slots and in those boats were messages that they had to make up for the owner, Rebeka. hhsb, Benny and others that I didn't know were there. I got to talking with hhsb and we went back to her place where she was living with this bicyclist who looked like the guy from The Partridge Family (not the red head, the oldest guy who ain't Reuben. david cassidy?). She went to sleep and fooled around with him (her place looked like a cheesy motel room) while I stayed up and ignored her. I felt awake a bit and started to write down my dream so far but I ended up writing it on the back of her Magic: The Gathering cards. Shit. With a sharpie no less. I closed the card binder and placed it aside without her knowing. Her guy woke up and I decided to start punching him. Just out of fun. I said, "Dare I live the American dream and beat up David Cassidy?" and proceeded to pummel the living shit out of him. Strange thing is that he sounded like Davy Jones from the Monkees.
He went back to bed and hhsb got up, I kicked the binder of cards under my bed and decided I was gonna leave. While walking away, I could tell that dawn was approaching and I was in the woods where everything was spotted with leaf lights and I felt something drawing me deeper and deeper into the woods with the promise of getting me the ratling stronghold. When I finally got to this place, I found the card and flipped it over seeing that it was a mon-backed stronghold. My dream went black around there but it would occaisionally flash back to a full-screen view of the card or just be this urge to write this particular dream down.
It's so lovely and cold in my bedroom. I slept well despite my injury and I think I'll be right as rain by next Monday. At least I think I'll allow myself to trim the hedges next Monday.
I reckon that I'm finally becoming an old man. At least the back pain I have is making me feel like an old man combined with the fact that I phoned in a speeding bus that cut across three lanes. Tonight's game went nicely and we took the VIPER base with minimal damage to ourselves (except Ricochet).
Not much else to say except that Tim has outlawed having Diane blow on dice for luck. I was making a critical roll to deal out serious damage and I had her blow on my dice and I rolled quite well. The week before she blew on my dice and I got a four (critical success, but not a true crit) and Tim decided that from now on Diane blows on no one's dice. Hehe. On to my gaming page!
What did I do today? Nothing really important, I'm taking advantage of my back pain to legitimately waste time online. I made some ASCII maps of some places on GhostWheel, I dunno what I'll get for making them though. I'm currently hunting and saving and I have about 8k of crystals.
I also had another odd dream this morning. It took place in a city but I don't know which city because I was more distracted by the people and stuff than the landmarks. My friends (don't know exactly who they were) were walking around when I saw a barber shop that was in a very tiny building. I broke off from the group and went inside. The barber on hand was an old man who looked like Leela's karate sensei in the Bender becomes a wrestler episode and he was cutting some guy's hair. I was constantly distracted by his buglike eyes and flattened skull. On closer inspection it turned out this barber shop was inside of a van with the passenger chair being used for the customer.
I tried to catch up with my friends but ended up sitting on the floor of this diner. The strange thing is that everything in this city was small. Not ridiculously small like a doll house but something to accomodate oriental people which segues into the two chicks sitting at one of the tables wearing only black shorts. One was facing away from me and the one facing me had her legs bent up in a fashion that would obscure her breasts. Wasn't so much the fact that there were two topless oriental chicks in the diner but the fact that I had control of the way light fell on their skin just by staring too long at the shadows. The shadow that was just underneath the outline of a breast would extend then retract into nothing until the skin was luminous. I was annoyed that they couldn't feel the shadow creeping on their skin and realize who was doing it to them. When I left the diner, I ended up at a furnished basement that seemed familiar (probably a dream composite of reality memories) and talking to a wall about something frightfully important but the words were silent.
One final thing. Kinja is definitely a vampire and I wish her well on her new choice of lifestyle. These 'coincidences' nag at my head more than Marge nags a drunk Homer who was out all night at a 'pornography store... buying pornography'.
Nah, I didn't update at all last night. The previous entry was written minutes after midnight of 6/28/00 so it was barely legit. The sad thing is that I really didn't skip a day because I was going to write "my diary, so strong you can even skip a day". I was busy offline and when I did get online I just lost myself hunting for crystals on Ghostwheel and I didn't check email or anything.
Note to self. Sometimes taking medication can be a good thing. Didn't take motrin all day and I felt like crap but after I took three this evening I feel great. Sumbitch, it makes me feel a bit bad because I want to avoid having to take medication and get through this in some macho bullshit of bearing pain.
