Well, that was fun
May. 29th, 2006 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpeppersooo, 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.
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.
