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Thursday, June 20, 2002
i feel like an inside-out carpet knot today. this morning's dreams had nothing to do with the family. this is a welcome relief. i've actually forgotten most of them. there was a series of weird willy wonka moments involving the all-too-cool elevator. i didn't seem to be in the mix, just watching charlie. finally sold my copy of mal(e) practice. it's all about how male doctors manipulate women. written by a man oddly enough. still no net at home, so relying on other resources. saw kimbra last night at about 8:30. odd time for her to be off work. so either opticrap shut down once and for all or she took more vacation time. thinking about going to see batboy the musical this weekend. maureen is out of town - snoopy event in MN. need to find someone that can truly appreciate a musical based on a character from weekly world news. maybe i can find kevin and trish. cracker plays tonight in ripple, MIGHT go see them. MIGHT have dinner with the long lost roomate. MIGHT do both. MIGHT go visit tragic matt in the hospitable this weekend. lonely and spray painted, in need of mushrooms and garlic. Wednesday, June 19, 2002
this morning my dreams were a frolic in wrongness. something like the apocalypse had happened and again my family was involved. what is this sudden streak of family related stuff? there was a televangelist on the tube in front of a red and black plume of smoke with letters that spelled out that satan had finally won or taken over. then all the wrongness started. everywhere i went people from my past were there and trying to kill me. several of them had been thought of as good christians, along with my parents and brother. if the rapture had taken place, why were they still here and stuck in strange methodical routines? there was one bastion of rightness in the whole mess, but it was threatened by betrayal. if one person from there was to deviate then the whole place would go up. and go up it did. someone left there and didn't sign out or return. poof! chaos. i was transported back to our house in greenwood where i was waiting for my parents to arrive. my brother was there but unaware of my presence. he was trying to repair 2 doors in the house that were off their hinges and threatening to let the wrongness in. all i had before bed was pretzels, no spicy stuff at all. so why the freak-fest? i made a luverly picture frame last night and brought it to work today. it's covered in old horror movie ads. vewee pwetee. Monday, June 17, 2002
this morning's dream was just messed up. it was all work related and involved violating company policies.i was working overtime again and it was appx 2am. phone goddess was there, and hungry. no $$. so i wrote her a check so she could go to mr. d's. while she was gone i was laying in my cube, on a bed, with my remote. then my friend zak from california showed up and we were talking when p.g. showed back up. she said i was violating some policy in the b.o.e. whatever that is. later i was in the cafeteria with 3rd shift warehouse workers. the guy at the counter said i needed to experience food the juliani way and proceeded to slop something hot and red onto my white shirt. i swore i would cause him grief over this, even tho people there were convinced that he couldn't be gotten in trouble. i challenged this and said that p.g. and i would have a talk and he would be dealt with. some guy named bob campbell showed up and was some big wig from jersey. though it was getting into the wee hours of the night, there was a mob to greet him. he was very popular and people were begging him for free stuff like books, tapes, and dvds. i was non-plussed by meeting him and with that the dream was over. here i am again at the library. the server at home is still toast. the modem, thankfully is not. you would think that lightning would not strike me just as a professional courtesy. watching what people are accessing across the way is fascinating in and of itself. dating sites are just damned pathetic. had a big weekend. friday i indulged in crafty stuff and bought some movies. haven't watched "the hearse" yet, but "living dead trap" is pure evil at it's oriental best. the cutting scenes made me squirm. anything that sharp even near the eyes is bad enough, but ripping eyelids did me in. saturday i mowed the lawn and achieved a paxil/running high. this i topped off with caffeine before going with maureen to see the gorey stories at irt. smeggin brilliant it was. dark, funny, and i have a crush on the french maid. her name is crystal and she is very attractive in a wednesday addams/christina ricci kind of way. very sweet, yet sinister. i need to find some creepy old dolls at goodwill or the local flea market. i'm making a lamp. there should be some homemade goodies for sale on the web site soon. well, as soon as i can get access from home. Sunday, June 16, 2002
There was an interesting post on Wil Wheaton dot Net a few days ago regarding school letting out for the year. I must have missed this, because it just ocoured to me that our school year is over too. Remember how significant this event was when you were a kid? I remember the first part of my summer vacation involved going to Florida. Upon returning, it seemed like an eternity lay before me before I was doomed to return to school. An eternity spent playing with friends, launching grand conspiracies, planning brilliant campaigns, and all the other stuff boys do when the spector of school no longer clouds their daily life. I remember watching WXIN-TV the entire day. Starting about 9:30 am, shows like the Munsters, Dick Van Dyke, and I Love Lucy plastered me to the television. These shows went on until 3:00 or so in the afternoon. This was before Talk (Trash) Shows proliferated. Today, WXIN's daytime lineup consists only of Jenny Jones, Maury, and some stupid, psychopathic, Texan wanna-be judge. Gone are the good shows. Gone is the lineup which was able to pull an active kid in from the sun. Looking back, I can remember how fun it was at the beginning of summer break. The sleep overs, the video games on the Atari 800, and the endless hours playing with Transformers and Star Wars action figures. When the only care in the world was how best to spend the precious hours of freedom left until school began in the fall... I have taken Tony back through the neighborhood where I grew up, and I am willing to bet that physical evidence of those days in the sun remain. A broken tree near the creek, a rock in the ground that represented both home plate, and the secret location of the Emperor's hidden post from the Rebellion. Perhaps the Luke Skywalker figure still sways in the tree in the backyard, high out of reach, dangling from a plastic parachute which was supposed to save him from harm. The physical evidence remains, but nothing else does. Sigh... |