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I woke up in the middle of the night with a shooting pain in my left arm. this happened right after another applebee's dream. i was working there again with all the people i remember. i was telling one of them about this really strange dream i had. i had visited russia, which in the dream was the land of darkness. everything had to be lit with portable gas or butane torches. the alternative to this was to use light capturing crystals that could be broken apart. you could smash them against a hard surface and coat things with them. they weren't like broken glass, and you couldn't really be cut on them. this i remember was important. there was a foreign girl at crapplebee's working as a waitress. she could write in arabic and had put her name on a bulletin board in the back. she had spelled it out using tacks and rubber bands. her name was garbled and no one could read it. i suggested that she use the english letters instead and her name turned out to be jama. i had learned to write a few things in arabic and in a cyrillic alphabet. mostly just my name and the words "the golden dragon." we were going over the schedule for the next week and it was just hell. they had fired most of the crew and we had to take up the slack on all shifts. my old GM was there and did nothing but complain about the food that was coming out of the kitchen. they were all special orders, and most of them had to do with food allergies. things kept getting made wrong and at one point i was the only one working on the cook's line. everyone else had taken off to do prep work or to take a break. that's about the time i woke up with the pain in my arm.
posted by Non at 11/07/2002 09:11:00 AM

 
LEAST COMPETENT PERSON In May, police in Halifax, Mass., charged Robert Brinson, 28, with assembling an Oklahoma City-style fertilizer bomb to blow up his ex-girlfriend and her family. Police said one bomb was found in the woman's bathroom and another in a doghouse outside, both consisting of turpentine and nails in cans with a battery and timer. However, police said the bombs were not explosive--since Brinson had mistakenly used potting soil instead of fertilizer. [Boston Herald, 5-23-95] Copyright 1995,
posted by Non at 11/06/2002 05:36:00 AM

 
i hope my brain works today. lately the sleep has been fitfull and i feel like an old tube set when i wake up. no instant on. maybe it's the weather. i'm bored. Mojo has gone Mentat and one day i will look over and his lips will be stained with spice. i'm freezing now. hell is a cold place, i just know it. since Helios is god and hell is in the absence of god, it only makes sense. Mojo said i was mixing religion and mythology. what am i? the the catholic church?
posted by Non at 11/05/2002 05:47:00 AM

 
yesterday i put a new radiator in my car. this morning i woke up, scratched myself, and asked if there was any more beer. what's happening to me?? fun food fact: jalepeno pretzel pieces make excellent croutons!
posted by Non at 11/03/2002 11:36:00 AM