kjpepper: (PVTA)
The dream: walking back and forth the length of Main Street in what my brain insisted was Northampton, singing Guster's "Two Points for Honesty" (now with super weird bridge section I'd never heard before), running into random people from the distant past that I no longer talk to on my way but not stopping to talk to them. All slow motion and hyper-saturated too, like a music video.

yeah... I've got nothing, other than my brain is weird.

I SHOULD try and sleep more. We'll see if that actually happens.

Ugh

Aug. 5th, 2008 06:55 am
kjpepper: (the web)
So I slept last night... but not well. Kept having bad dream after bad dream after bad dream. The most vivid was that a giant chthuloid was slowly eating our house. Now its progress was slow enough that you could run around, gather up the kitties and pack up the most important shit, but of course, me being me, I was stupid and kept putting it off so by the time I got up to my room a good chunk of my crap was already in the process of being gobbled up, and then when I came back downstairs everyone yelled at me for leaving it until the last minute as usual. And then we had to round up all the cats and of course Meara was missing and ugh. Just ugh. I should not wake up that scared and stressed, I get enough of that IRL.

Trying to decide if I should actually drag my carcass to work, considering I feel worse now that I got some sleep today than yesterday when I, well, didn't. The good news is that yesterday I actually put in a full workday, which never happens, the bad news is I didn't really make a dent in what i have to do. :( So say home, suck down Pepsi, and force myself to work? or go to actual work and spend six hours panicking and staring into cyberspace? decisions decisions...
kjpepper: (for the birds)
I had some pretty weird dreams between 3 am and 7:30. Unfortunately 95% of them are lost to the ether except for the vaguely icky realization that in one of them I was sucking on hand wipe packs in much the same way I used to suck ketchup packs when I was little. Ew. I don't require lemony fresh victory THAT much, thank you.

There was also for some reason a 600lb woman in a sparkly pretty pretty princess tutu mincing delicately around a field reciting "Speak Roughly to your Little Boy" from Alice in Wonderland in full opera style for an audience of extremely bewildered deer.

It occurred to me this morning, after having said poem firmly stuck in my head all morning that most people only really know anything about Victorian instructional poetry from the Alice books, meaning we know the parodies, not the originals. I suppose it would sort of be like people from the future only knowing about the music of the 80-now from the discography of Weird Al Yankovic.

Saw chickie yesterday... she wants me to write down a list of people I consider close to me and also three words that summarize what I think they feel towards me. I find this assignment scary and a big part of me doesn't want to do it, simply because right now I don't trust my perceptions of other people enough to do that. Bah.
kjpepper: (base kleo)
  • So far the Allegra is made of fail. I'm going to wait and see on it for a few days, but the full blown allergy attack I had upon going to bed last night certainly was NOT what I had in mind when I switched up meds. I'm praying it's just a reaction to the last of the zyrtec leaving my system and the allegra not kicking in yet. We'll see where I am on Friday.

  • Had a weird dream where a bunch of geeks were telling me that the GLaDOS impression I've been cultivating for the past couple of weeks sucked and I should give up trying. Somehow in the dream I was really disappointed by this, apparently my subconscious is really attached to the idea of sounding like a psychotic computer.

  • Twinky Assistant started off with lounge again this morning, and has now switched to "le dance et le trance... nonstop!" If the light switch weren't on the other side of the room I'd be very tempted to throw a light switch rave. Also he's switched up his Adium sound theme to Super Mario World - listening to him IM people is much with the amusing.

  • You sorta have to feel sorry for the Mountbatten-Windsors. Of all the European royal families currently "in power" as it were, they kinda look like the rest of the families ruled by consensus to beat them all with the ugly stick with double hits administered by the Grimaldis.

  • Stepped on the scale last night for pewps and ha has, and yikes, yeah, my weight's been on an upswing - I've jumped to 192lbs. I've felt pretty bloated and sluggish for the past couple of weeks, so I now know I'm not crazy. I'm currently figuring out what I want to do about it, as I've got pretty triggery issues concerning things like diets, and no, saying it's for the purposes of "getting healthier" doesn't usually cut it with me, it still kinda freaks me the hell out. On the other hand, I'm wondering if trying to stick to some sort of goal or a plan might actually _help_ with that if it actually succeeds - a good part of my issues concerning my initial weight loss dealt with not feeling in control of my body, so maybe slimming down and toning up on my own terms might relieve that somewhat. Regardless, I definitely need to step up on the whole buying a Smith gym membership and slicing the sugar out of my diet again, as I really dislike being this, well, jiggly. That and there seems to be a general trend in the Amoeba towards getting all exercised... might as well join the bandwagon and see if I can't get back down to 175.


And now - back work and sniffling and hating the new meds.
kjpepper: (Dreamy)
I did indeed wind up going home yesterday. The old defective GI tract (especially, alas, the end I sit on) was hurting something fierce and I ached all over like I had the flu. Feel a bit better after collapsing for three hours upon getting home. Weird dreams notwithstanding - I dreamed that MC Hammer was standing in our kitchen wearing an apron and a red sparkly chef's hat over one of his genie-panted early 90s outfits, making stack after stack of pancakes. Like literally, every available surface of the kitchen had a plate with a steadily growing, if somewhat wobbly stack of pancakes on it. And we were trying to tell him it was okay, there was no way we could have eaten all those pancakes if we brought in the BesterMortons, their kids and a few other friends let alone the six of us. And I shit you not, Hammer's only response to the pleas to stop making pancakes was "STOP. BREAKFAST TIME." I woke up from this enough to slur the above to [livejournal.com profile] sundart and to resolve to post this to LJ when I actually woke up. Ye gods, but my head is an extremely fucked up place sometimes. Afterwards, back asleep, thankfully this time relatively dreamlessly.

Still feeling listless today, even after going back to sleep for a couple more hours yesterday after the above and getting pretty much a full night last night. It's sunny today (albeit COLD - 'sup 28 degrees??) so that should help with the whole unmotivated thing, though I think the anemia monster is raising its ugly head again. Which would make sense considering last week's Moses-must-part-the-Red-Typhoon celebrity batshit circus. I'll also have to find some way of boosting my iron without the help of the clot-promoting evil green leafies. And yes, I've already considered the possibilities of 1) rare steak and lots of it (expensive) and 2) feasting on the corpses of my multitudinous enemies (illegal, gross, and honestly, I don't have THAT many enemies or people I want dead) 3) suppliments (paranoid of taking anything without clearing it with a doctor first). Still, may ask Ann about it tomorrow, and in the meantime maybe I can get people to cook stuff using the cast iron skillet, lol.

I'm trying to actively take control of my money management these days, as I need to crawl out of my debt and actually start saving for my end of the proposed Real Camp Amoeba we're all starting to plan on having in a few years, not to mention a couple of long-term side projects I've got in the works. Plus I have a couple of expensive things to plan for this year... trips to various places and people to see once I get there, my harmanhay dress (which I need to sketch out)... we'll see where I come out by the end of the year. *crosses fingers* I just really hope I end up in a MUCH better place financially than I am right now. *sigh* of course I still feel like Once and Future Crap, and am debating staying home and working today... which is not going to help my pocketbook any.

And now, these messages.
kjpepper: (looking down)
There was a nice old man tagging along with the group of people I was with at this old firehouse/quarry/woodsy place. Except at one point he stopped tagging along and began looking very uncomfortable. I helped him sit down and asked him what was wrong. He said he thought he was having a heart attack. So i called 911 told them what was going on, and gave them our location as best I could, considering I wasn't sure where exactly we all were. (I remember when I called I totally waxed Mariska Hargitay and said "we need a bus up here" instead of "we need an ambulance.")

Well, the ambulance never showed up, and I had to watch the old man die. And of course in typical Andee fashion, I felt it was my fault he did. If I'm known the exact address of where we were, if I'd known CPR, hell maybe if I'd noticed a little sooner, maybe I could have saved him. It was right about the middle of this lovely guilt fest that my alarm started going off.

Course NOW I'm mad because it was a dream - I could have waved a magic wand, summoned an excavation team and a tunnel borer, miniatureized them and had them take care of the blocked artery or something. but I didn't do that either.

Why am I so broken up about not being able to save a figment of my subconscious?
kjpepper: (WoW GIRLS)
So this morning I dreamed that I was in a collectibles n cards type of store rummaging through a bin of old eighties era plastic toys and I found a Sweet Secrets locket. Anybody else remember those? They were big chunky plastic bits of jewelry with a big gaudy acrylic jewel in the front, and if you opened them up you'd reveal a cute little animal (you'd fold out the head, arms and legs and reclose the thing so now it was a big gaudy animal you were wearing. It also contained a thing of lip gloss or eyeshadow or something. I remember I had a purple heart necklace thing that folded out into a cat and had grape lip gloss inside. Anyway, I really have no idea why the spirit of the eighties was haunting my subconscious but there you go.

You know you're getting old when you start getting a weird kind of superiority complex about your childhood and how much better/more wholesome it was than whatever generation is creeping up behind you. I caught myself doing that in the aftermath of this dream... I mean, the eighties was full of scary ass stuff (teddy ruxpin still scares the holy bejeezus out of me), but I think I definitely did prefer the flavor of girl toys available back then. Strawberry Shortcake. Rainbow Brite. She Ra, Princess of Power. I mean, even frikken Barbie was at least heading into space in her spare time (even if her space suit was a shade of pink glitter that NASA certainly didn't approve of). It's a lot less scary than the Polly Pocket Spoiled Whore Airplane (batteries not included. may contain lead) or the Prostitots Bratz. I also find myself a little terrified by the fact that I've got thongs less revealing than some of the toddler sized swimwear available.

I don't really know what my point was really, it was a lot clearer as I was rising from the groggy fog of half awake. Something along the lines of how messed up a society is that tries to hypersexualize little girls and at the same time condemns adult women for "putting it out there." Way to mix your messages, there....
kjpepper: (don't panic)
Well. that was weird. I just had this dream where the earth was about to get invaded by aliens, and I'd somehow not only figured out this fact but was able to track their scout ships by using google maps. I was actively communicating this to some general in the government (the viewpoint would contantly switch between me and this person, who looked like a combination of Claudia Christian and Nana Visitor) via gtalk, but the aliens figured out that I was onto them, hacked into my computer and stuck in a virus that shut me down, along with a warning saying that if I accessed my google accounts they'd break the computer I was using it on as well.

And then I woke up. That's what I get for reading Octavia Butler's Dawn before falling asleep...
kjpepper: (Ed (confused))
Dreamed a couple of nights ago that there was a terrorist attack on Northampton. (stop laughing, it gets better.) Some planes flew over and dropped crates on main street that broke open and released their cargo - live hungry pissed off venomous snakes.

At the time it was terrifying. But right now the image of a couple of copperheads and a cobra chasing affluent yuppies out of Zanna is chuckleworthy.

in other news, anyone else in the Valley rudely awakened by deafening apocalyptic thunder around 5:30 am this morning?

Ugh

Sep. 13th, 2006 01:03 pm
kjpepper: (Tenna (anxious))
Coming to work, after two days of being sick and a night where first you went to bed late and then couldn't sleep because you were having very loud dreams/auditory hallucinations of someone playing a four register pipe organ in your head (basically if Bach had made a theme and variations fugue type thing of the WoW music in Aldrassil that would have been pretty damn close to what I was hearing) is a pretty bad idea. It gets worse if you postpone caffiene consumption to after 11am.

I'm ok. I have coffee now. But I nearly hit nervous breakdown land a few times this morning. But seriously, that organ shit last night was fucked up. Like I thought I was dreaming but when I woke up (and I was awake, I checked) the noise didn't stop. And it was pretty deafening too - if you crammed a church organ into a 1 bedroom apartment and then had someone practicing at 3am, you wouldn't be able to sleep either.

In other news, I [livejournal.com profile] morlock and a few of [livejournal.com profile] bluewindkitsune's folks have started up a ragtag WoW party. This should be a fun time waster for a few evenings this month. I'm not sure how I'll like the game once the ooooh shiny newness of playing wears off - yes it's very pretty, but I've spent quite a bit of time watching [livejournal.com profile] morlock play so... dunno. Right now it's fun and we're going to have a group to play with, so we'll see how far that goes. I think after I get bored with it though I'm going to take a break from MMORPGs for a while - I'm burnt out on puzzle pirates right now as well, and I've got quite a bit of other crap going on in real life to be keeping up with in-game politics elsewhere. So I'm going to try not to let it take over my soul as it has done so many others. :)

Up to episode 15 in Lost season 2. Much more with the WhatTheCrap. And Studio 60? Amazing amazing show I see why [livejournal.com profile] morlock wants to have Aaron Sorkin's babies, biological impossibility notwithstanding. Watch it next week.

That's all. Going to go quietly insane at work now.
kjpepper: (brat)
sooo, I was up until nearly 5:30am working on the coding for my portfolio. I'd had a nap yesterday plus my brain was churning so I didn't feel like going to sleep until well after the birdies started their "obviously our eyes our more sensitive than yours, puny human, for we can see ultraviolet degrees of light in the sky and therefore we are NOT chirping at pitch blackness like you seem to think" racket.

I was having a neat but frustrating dream about pawing through the UNIS Media Lab's entire archive of stuff looking for stuff I had worked on (something I fully intend to do in the flesh when I go home for my reunion) when the sound of a chanter broke the relative silence of the Common. Which interestingly enough was not enough to wake me up entirely but enough for me to roll over and think "oh how cute, he's all playing for Memorial Day" before falling back asleep and dreaming about burly men in plaid skirts fighting over the right to take me home for dinner (and some of them were kinda cute too) after I was done sifting through old videotapes. About half an hour the rousing and rather flatulent sounds of large brass instruments tuning up actually woke me up, so I poked my head out the window to figure out what was up with a racket to find the Amherst Town Parade gearing up underneath my window on Spring Street.

Good thing I love me a parade, no matter how small. They kinda make me wish UNIS or Smith had a marching band.

Well. Happy Memorial Day everyone. Hopefully yours is filled more with the grilling of dead things rather than the visiting of dead soldiers.

And now, holy crap I need breakfast.
kjpepper: (there it is)
Apparently today (is the 25th, right?) there is going to be free cones at Ben and Jerry's; if you're around Amherst today you should check it out. Free is good.

In some respects I'm feeling better, in others, worse. Dance class, sunny making me dinner, wrestling and being away from work helped a bit. [livejournal.com profile] sundart and [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat strongly suggested I call my GYN and see about getting my birth control changed, since it seems to not only have fucked up my digestion (well, the problems started at the same time), but my periods have gone from a 3 day breeze to a week long crampstravganza. Not to mention the monthly psychosis, the occasional migraine (I NEVER got migraines before this shit) and the expense because my insurance is the shitty. Trouble is, I don't think there's anything out there in a lower dose of hormone that doesn't come in daily pill form. Of course, I could just give it up entirely, but lets face it, I like the associated activity a bit too much to give that up too. Though I suppose I could. Goodness knows I went for a year and a half of dating [livejournal.com profile] morlock without having intercourse, I suppose I could stand not having it again. It would make me rawther unhappy though, though I suppose sanity >= boink like bunnies.

Primary reason why I can't deal with taking a daily pill - I managed to forgot my claritin last night (I've been taking it every day at 8pm lately cause my allergies bother me more at night than anytime else) and voila, someone secretly swapped my eyeballs with a pair of clown noses with irises and for good measure, punched me on both sides. Let's see the results. *sigh* I find it highly obnoxious that I don't get allergies localized in my sinuses like everyone else, no I simply walk around looking demon possessed and feel like someone poured glue in each eye and then placed about ten angry wasps in the glue. So, if I can't really be trusted to take something every day that has such an immediate consequence of forgetting, I'm not going to manage the pill all that well. On an unrelated note, I don't know what the hell I did to myself in class last night, but I woke up so fucking sore that I actually ignored the cats on my bed bitching for breakfast and hobbled straight for the advil first thing. fuuuuuuuuck.

*sigh* I'm sorry I worried everyone like last night, but thanks for all the gchats, emails and TMs. I'm pretty much getting over Sunday, shit happens. As for what's driving it... we'll see what's going on after I bleed this week. I thought about it last night a whole ton, and I think I've hit a dead end. So I decided that some refocusing was in order, and usually how I do that is by doing something completely else for a while. sunny can tell you about how the only times in college when my room was clean to the point of immaculate and sparkly was when I had a paper due the next day. Of course, as in college, I'd have to always remember to actually go back and finish the damn paper. We'll see if I have that problem here.

A thought: Anyone ever read Julie of the Wolves when they were younger? there was an adage in there that I've always liked, something along the lines of "When fear strikes, change what you are doing; you are doing something wrong." The problem is when changing what you're doing is just as scary as the reason why.

And an aside: This morning I had a dream where the discussion of baby names came up. I don't remember if one the participants or I was actually pregnant (probably) or if it was one of those OMGWTF why would you name your kid THAT?? conversations (for a website of howl out loud names and creative ways of making fun of them - Baby's Named a Bad Bad Thing never disappoints - and is the origin of why [livejournal.com profile] innostrantsa and I make references to supple wenches waxing foreheads) but I remember for some reason suggesting Jerève as a name. Yeah, as in "I dream" in French. I dunno, upon waking it seems a bit ghettofabulous, but in kind of a cute way. Might save it in the roster for a character - I do have some characters brewing.

Lastly, speaking of ghettofabulous and "cute": pimpfants clothing. *headdesk* Reason #46327 why the current generation of parents needs to be spayed and neutered and their kids handed off to their grandparents. I'm serious.
kjpepper: (looking down)
I had weird dreams last night, one involving being in one of those super religious families that are all about the be fruitful and multiply thing and have like seventeen children, and for some reason Mom came back to life for a little while to come and help raise all of them (the dream alternated between me being one of the older siblings and being the mom, it was odd.) but as always whenever she's done with what she has to do she has time to say one important thing to me and then she just dies again. *sigh* And I never remember what it was later.

The other dream involved penguins that were also pirates and were trafficking human organs across antartica and I had to stop them somehow.

Last night I went over to [livejournal.com profile] anzovin's to watch Hedwig and the Angry Inch with him and [livejournal.com profile] sundart as he'd never seen it before, C only managed to ever see it once (which considering our tenure of living with [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess, I find boggling) and I hadn't seen it since the move, so that was quite with the enjoyable. *sigh* Can I have me a Yitzhak sandwich? both in and out of drag? (which part constitutes the drag is up to the imagination of course.) Damn, but Miriam Shor is adorable. "Fuck you! I'm going to Guam!"

Today, much of what I have planned involves hiding, laundry and hair. Hiding because I'm PMSsy and overthinking stuff and still don't feel that well and I don't feel like being social. Laundry because, well it does need to be done, sydmor willing. And hair, because I did promise [livejournal.com profile] morlock I'd yarn it the next day I had off, and I did buy yarn last weekend for it. So... yeah. I don't know (slime), that's all I've got.
kjpepper: (die now (potterpuffs))
I would just like to say that my nasal passages and my subconscious can really run off and have a big democracy cakewalk right in the middle of Tiananmen Square right now.

Seriously, though, I went to bed after posting my last entry and laid awake for a good half hour or so before finally putting myself out by trying to count far enough on my hands in binary to have to involve my toes (don't laugh, this works... if you want to add a bit of a challenge to it try to do it without counting along in decimal numbers in your head. I'm actually usually out or too sleepy to continue by the time I get to the 256 or 512 fingers... which if you average about one second per number, means I'm out in around ten minutes).

cue one of the more fucked up nightmares I've had in a while. Actually it wasn't even really a nightmare, just a messed up dream for the most part... one part of it involved [livejournal.com profile] jaicat stopping by with a manuscript belonging to a friend of ours and revealing that some experimental medical procedure had reduced said friend's brain to utter oatmeal and this fact was quite obvious in her writing because while her novel was well written, it lacked any soul... very odd conversation.

The bit that had me waking up in a sweat was the bit where mine and Carole's apartment had the exact layout as it does now except it was suddenly in a basement. An unfinished one. So in between our furniture there were all sorts of pipes to nowhere, insulation, dirt floors, boilers, and furnaces strewn about. That part wasn't so bad as I'd gotten over my wariness of basements long ago, but the bit where my bed was underneath and next to a particularly intricate network of small pipes was.

morlock really doesn't want to read this bit - it involves crawlies )

So needless to say I woke up from that one shaking... Looked at the clock and was extremely pleased (yes, that's sarcasm) to find I'd only been asleep for exactly an hour and a half (dreams always feel longer than they are, ever notice that?) So here I am, at 4:30 in the morning, wide awake again. I did eventually drift back off, but it was a good half hour more of tossing.

So really, between going to bed really late last night, then not being able to really breathe right all night, having god awful dreams probably because of the blocked airway issue, i really only got any sleep between 5 and 9:30 last night. All that into consideration, and there's no way she could have known this so I'm not mad at her or anything, [livejournal.com profile] sundart got up this morning and didn't wake me up until it was time for her to leave for work. If she had, I would have gone with her to the mall and gone to the early show of my movie, but as it was, I had no time to get into clothes and go, and there's no midafternoon show, and I really don't want to go at 4:15. For future reference, people, I despise the whole "I thought I should let you sleep" thing - I'm one of those people that hate sleeping when other people around me are awake. (falling asleep someplace and having a nap don't count - also doesn't count if said other people are my parents or other blood relatives.) I like being the first one up and the last one down. So between that, the wonderous quality and amount of sleep I did get, the bit where I pretty much missed the movie for today, and the one nerve left I have in general, I'm a bit of a crankubus.

Breakfast now. Then another day of hating the world.

Screw that. Maybe I'll just go back to bed.

A dream

Oct. 20th, 2005 09:05 am
kjpepper: (goddess)
I dreamed I borrowed [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat's Bisquick and started making an impromptu attempt at making some applesauce biscuits. While I was kneading, [livejournal.com profile] sundart and [livejournal.com profile] anzovin (whom I haven't seen in a few days... *shakes fist at him*) came over and for some reason [livejournal.com profile] anzovin had a portable CB radio on his belt loop which was picking up the local police radio - which had just got done broadcasting that they had busted a marijuana party hosted by [livejournal.com profile] fireheart in the Amherst Motel. [livejournal.com profile] anzovin was getting blustery about it, too - he was all bitching about how someone he knew wouldn't do such things.

Things that are amusingly wrong with my dream logic.
a) I don't think [livejournal.com profile] anzovin knows [livejournal.com profile] fireheart.
b) [livejournal.com profile] fireheart would probably be more likely to hold illicit gatherings of Magic players. And probably not at the Amherst Motel. He _does_ have his own store for this sort of stuff. Magic cards, I mean, not pot. Sunderland is many things, but Amsterdam it certainly is not.
c) somehow I think it would take a few more ingredients to make applesauce biscuits.

In other news, I made my last fun purchase for a very long while and finally replaced my networking device. Which is good because only having access to dial-up down here was seriously driving me fuckbazoink. Funny thing is I think this tiny litte thing I got works better than the old one because I can still access syd/mor's network at a fairly decent speed from here... o_O I'm impressed.

[livejournal.com profile] sundart insists on reading aloud from a book that tells you the word for all sorts of weird things. Like an affection for women's underwear. Or graphitti on a bathroom wall. *sigh* I think that's my cue to stop typing now.
kjpepper: (random (potterpuffs))
So I dreamed that [livejournal.com profile] sundart and I went back to the old apartment... why? I don't know cause, [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess wasn't there. [livejournal.com profile] somechicksings was there, though with shoes for us that looked like enormous sponges so we could get around without falling on our asses, cause beat had had the floors waxed or something. The place looked much the same, and except instead of renovating the livingroom [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess had somehow managed to take it out entirely cause when we walked in that part of the house was gone and there was a bread factory instead... Must have renovated into another dimension cause I don't know how Sunny and I missed that coming in. The best part was that somehow beatgoddess must have made Willy Wonka hir houseboy at some point cause the bread factory was entirely staffed with Oompa Loompas. (the Deep Roy ones, not the orange faced green haired ones.)

We didn't get to explore the bread factory any cause that's when [livejournal.com profile] morlock tiptoed in to bid me goodbye before driving out to Hanover for job training cha cha. Sweet man, yes.

There is an end in sight to summer, thank the Goddess. Forget that it's Labor Day in two weekends... the end of summer is near when I glance out the window at some hour of night when I'm still awake and I see Orion rising in full majestic glory. Which I did last night when I stumbled from my bed into [livejournal.com profile] sundart's at 4 am... damn accidentally falling asleep in the wrong place. There was also a GORGEOUS rainbow over Amherst after a cloudburst yesterday afternoon. *stretch* such happy things that are visible from my enormous windows...

In other news - I need more icons. Must work on that this weekend.
kjpepper: (goddess)
I've been up since six. I'd better drink massive amounts of coke later if I'm to stay up through game tonight. I have a feeling it's going to be a doozy, considering [livejournal.com profile] morlock's been doggedly working on it all week... So cute... he really is into the GM/Storyteller thing. :D

It's funny how on Tuesdays if I go to bed early I dream about club, except it's never at Diva's. It's the same people there though. Weird.

So I dreamed that the Quad went to Haven (minus the Jew). When I started dreaming it was already in progress, like we'd been there for quite some time already, and Sunny and I couldn't find the sydmor anywhere. So we went downstairs and suddenly we were in this enormous hotel ballroom where they were serving seriously swanky buffet breakfast and the only people in there (besides the waitstaff) were [livejournal.com profile] morlock's parents, who told me he and [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat had gotten tired and went home, but we should join them for breakfast... and they seriously wouldn't let us leave until we had tried everything on the buffet, which was the length of the room. Which in turn was the length of a small stadium. apparently this ballroom was part of a museum exhibit that hadn't opened yet called "Breakfast In America" or something. (Pity they didn't have the Supertramp album of the same name laying around. Best Album Cover EVAR.) I remember commenting to [livejournal.com profile] sundart that the green oatmeal with the raisins from Better Off Dead was one of the choices and we decided not to get it because, well, it was green and two, we didn't want it to walk out of the bowl and eat [livejournal.com profile] morlock's parents. (That and it actually came with the gray boiled bacon!)

So. My subconscious wants me to go to club and watch Better Off Dead again. (Hmm, now that would make a great Rewind movie... Oh, and work on B's web site, since she was asking about it.

I wish I remember what I dreamed the night before last. Sadly, all I remember was the fact that it was a really cool dream and waking up thinking I should write it down, but of course, I didn't and now it's gone. oh well. Not like it's the last dream in Somalia and there's going to be a war over it.

yawn

Jul. 5th, 2003 10:14 am
kjpepper: (contemplative hex)
I'm amazed I'm up this early considering the hour I went to bed . . . [livejournal.com profile] sundart, as always, is a bad influence in this department. :)

The only thing that was at all distinguishing about yesterday being the 4th at all was the fact that it was Friday and I got to do absolutely nothing (which was ultimately a good thing as it was hot as all fuck - damn 2nd floor apartments) and the fact that there was nothing on TV besides the ubiquitous marathons. [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess and I did some talking about the holiday the day before as she had overheard this man attempting to explain the whole concept of independance day to his son, and I was like look. I don't really like the way this country is heading, though I do appreciate that I still have the option of saying so (for how long though?) But that doesn't mean that I'm not going to take every holiday Uncle Sam gives me. Free day off, man. Fuck that! So I was unrepentant about "celebrating." Even if all I did was lay about the house and moan about how hot it was. Looks like I get to do that again today as well. Oog. Well I managed to get the blinds down in the kitchen so maybe it won't be so bad. Then again, I'm already sweating. bah. Gimme a nice heavy New England snowfall any day.

I did get a little of the algorithm figured out for the Dragonsea page. Next stop is actually writing it. I think I will curl up in the living room with some lemonade and the PHP book for that after I get done journalling. I have to figure out how to do it so that the links and words and stuff still index, and I think I know how to do that. Here's hoping.

[livejournal.com profile] gossamer_gull came over late yesterday afternoon armed with board games which we didn't ultimately wind up playing, and two Coen Brothers movies that I hadn't seen and which I quite thoroughly enjoyed - Miller's Crossing was well written, well crafted and the dialogue was so wonderfully executed and I have never had so much fun watching a movie about people who are at their cores "sonofabitches" but yet are cool anyway (case in point, the scene with Albert Finney and "Danny Boy" playing on the phonograph is really cool. Not to mention mmm, Gabriel Byrne . . .) Fargo I had also never seen and I really enjoyed, even though William H. Macy's character got on my nerves, Frances McDormand's was so charming that she pretty much stole the movie and waddled away with it balanced on her several months worth of pregnant belly. That I also really liked Steve Buscemi in that movie as well. He does bug-eyed slimeball so well. Oh ya.

After the movies people drifted off to bed ([livejournal.com profile] sundart) and off to cooler, air conditioned climes ([livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess and [livejournal.com profile] primitive_boy) [livejournal.com profile] gossamer_gull and I talked for a bit about her life and its various challenges at this point in it. We wound up getting hungry, so we decided we'd go off to Denny's for a bit of late night fare, but first I called to make sure it was open, and was rewarded for my efforts with the extremely put-upon voice of the waitress known to our small circle as the Steak Knife Lady:

"Dennys, how can I help you?"
"Oh yay! You are open!"
*sigh.* "Yep. Always."
"Wow, you sound sooo thrilled about that."
*half hearted chuckle*

This is well in character for the steak knife lady - she's called that becuase on a 4am trip austin carole and I made one summer night a couple of years back, she actually commented to an incoming custodian "Oh, good. You're not a customer. I think if you were, I would have thrown a steak knife at you." Naturally we're all like "Oooookay. Check please." I've found her fascinatingly scary since. Anyway, g.g. and I got into Thusel, went down to stuff our faces, continued to talk. Despite the arrival of a woman in a really scary pink satin outfit, we enjoyed our late night repast and conversation, and after a brief stop at a local emporium of convenience to bring home some soda for the family, she dropped me off and I went off to beddybye.

I know i woke up from one of those weird dreams I have been having lately this morning but I can't remember any of it at this time. The one I had yesterday afternoon was really bizarre - one of those spectator dreams, where I'm not directly involved just watching. It seemed to be set at some future date and weirdly enough seemed to be set in my old high school though various aspects of the dram were telling me it was Princeton. Whatever, Anyway, it was this band of students that had ultimately come to the conclusion that the only way to save the world was to reduce as much of the human population upon it as possible, so they stay up nights developing these biological weapons that act instantly but only affect human beings, (although they themselves have an antidote). Their first act required two of their number to set off something that must have been nuclear in nature as when they set it off during graduation, it had this weird effect of disintegating everything white in the area - clothes, concrete, eyeballs - and then from there the rest of the destruction followed - buildings crumpled, people bled to death from their eye sockets, what have you. So they just roamed the country on motorcycles, releasing their viruses behind them as they went, killing everybody for the good of the world supposedly. How Last Supper.

Anyway, the tummy is growly so I'm going to go find breakfast and wait for the wandering [livejournal.com profile] sundart to come home from her berry picking mission. Here's hoping that wrestling with the blinds was effective and it doesn't bake in the kitchen like it did yesterday. Hmm, today might be a good day to haul my pooter out of the closet and set it up . . . We'll see how hot it gets.
kjpepper: (batshit tenna (talk to spooky))
Gawd, what is up with my subconscious lately?

Dream 1 - Rainbows. I hate them things. )
Dream 2 - Even my subconscious is out to get me! )

I'm stiff, sleepy and stinky, and I have to go sweep up the study since the Boy Cat overturned some plants or something back there. What a dumbass. And then I have to go to work. bleh.
kjpepper: (Ms. Thang)
Boy today was just one of those days. Started bad, got worse, got better, was kinda good for a while, then unexpectedly *poof!* bad again. Something spectacular better happen in the next six hours to keep me from trading this day in . . .

Things that were kinda good about today:

  • Had a bizarre dream involving being back at UNIS for some Reunion type event. As always, when I dream about that place, the first thing I do is look for my old friend/three year obsession Wyeth. Some dreams he doesn't show up at all, others he does. This time he did, although weirdly enough he was dressed like Tsukasa from .hack//sign, except for the Disney World Mickey Mouse ears on his head. He was trying to tell me something deep and serious about his life, but it's very hard, even in dreamspace, to take someone seriously when they are dressed like a refugee from an anime con held on the set of the Mickey Mouse Club.
  • at last cleared the log jam project at work! Woohoo!
  • getting the last chicken and cheese croissant at Barts on my way home
  • soaking up a little of the atmosphere at Beyond Words
  • chatting with our downstairs neighbor after helping her chase after an escaped Kali


Things that kinda sucked about today:

  • And the Happy Monday award goes to . . . the idiot that set off the ADT at work today and didn't catch the phone in time to keep them from sending the cops. The only thing that wasn't assular about this whole jamboree was that the cop was little and cute and was very nice to me.
  • Overwhelming sense of depression clinging to me like a remora all day.
  • Getting my head bitten off by [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess upon arriving home.
  • not really eating anything until after five, and promptly feeling sick afterwards.


I might as well wash the dishes and fold my laundry, and then see how I feel about the rest of the world. Bleh.

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