Frothing Rant

Saturday, May 25, 2002
 
alleviated mom's fear of the jdbgmgr.exe virus she thought she got by email. using my powers for good i guess. danced with the green fairie last night to the tune of from hell. the dreams this morning were REALLY vivid. almost a dali-bosch version of europe. found a copy of the necronomicon and a cub's grocery. the architecture alone was overwhelming. no square windows anywhere. there was one building that didn't really have a form. it was flesh coloured and bumpy, a mound i guess, with a big metal needle/steeple rising from it's center. i was joking with my brother, who was with me, "yes madam, i believe that nipple is infected." we decided that we should go shopping the next day and bring back hard to find red dwarf books. some for ourselves and extras to sell. i'm even selling books in my dreams. yeesh. we weren't allowed to cross at any intersections, in fact it was against the law. there were really militant police there that essentially enforced jay walking.
Wednesday, May 22, 2002
 
our trainer for phone skills yesterday was a cross between rhoda morgentstern and maya. maya from just shoot me, not space 1999. tho i had a huge crush on old bumpy brows when i was young. her, debbie harry, and linda carter. anyway, i watched tales from gimli hospital recently. the makeup was all done in a very 1920s silent movie style. the nurses all looked like runners up for some robert palmer video. i kept expecting them to sprout guitars and addicted to love to start up. it was a "pretty" movie for the most part. i could play it in the background with the sound off for atmosphere at a tragically hip party. speaking of tragic, i also saw "the others" last weekend. phew! nichole kidman horror. not good. story was weak and i figured out the twist faster than i did in 6th sense. so, about 10 mins. next up i watched "tell me something", a hugely popular serial killer flick from korea. very gruesome, and a decent story. kind of like an oriental 7. i recommend it for a rainy night.
Sunday, May 19, 2002
 
my roomate just got home from the hamvention thingy in ohio with a fax machine in tow. don't know if it works right or not. plugged it in and before a phone line could connected we started seeing all these faxes coming in from chickens all over the world. then it started to smoke and even after it was unplugged the faxes kept coming. they were all complaining about pigs sleeping in beds and eating all the jam. i didn't know chickens even liked jam. i thought they just ate gravel and grubs.
 
a friend once imparted this bit of wisdom: life is only ONE really long day, interrupted by pockets of sleep. of course later on he compared himself to christ, saying that he too walked around and talked to people. well nate, it's got an interesting groove, but i can't dance to it.