Month: October 2006

Legoland and some other stuff

Quick post for three new sets of pictures:

SkaYoYo and I curling on my coffee table during his fairly recent visit.

Legoland. These are all the pictures it took to fill up my memory card on my camera. Weesh owes me more pictures.

Other stuff. I had to dress up for some meetings, and a poster we bought at one of the used bookstores down in San Diego.

That’s it. Return to your regularly scheduled lives now.

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KrisDi’s Dreams

KrisDi had two dreams last night:

KrisDi dreamed that a zookeeper was showing her a little baby hippopotamus. He was holding it in a paper plate in his hands, and by her description, it was about four inches long. However, it had a five inch penis.

KrisDi also dreamed she snuck into the St. Louis World Series game. It was easy. You just go in the door and walk up the stairs.

On the way out to Norfolk, I saw a few giants. They were goddamn huge. I saw the Big Show and Triple H, who I recognized as professional wrestlers but not by name. At least five or more, not including those two. I swear the Big Show’s fingers are about as big around as my arms. They were all flying to Japan for something or other.

The meeting for which I scrambled to Norfolk was a waste of time. That’s all I have to say about that.

Then our flight on the way back got canceled, after we spent three hours sitting on the plane on the runway. Then we spent the next five hours scrambling to get on a flight that wouldn’t cause us to miss our new connection. But we finally made it. It wasn’t very fun. But that’s where I spent my week.

I forgot to mention that we spent a lot of money on used CDs and books. I bought these books:

Maguire, Gregory Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister
Campbell, Bruce Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way
Maguire, Gregory Wicked
Le Guin, Ursula K. Dispossessed
Heinlein, Robert Starship Troopers
Gibson, William Neuromancer
Smith, E. E. “Doc” Gray Lensman
Vonnegut, Kurt Jailbird
Blish, James Cities in Flight
Pohl, Frederik Gateway
Asimov, Isaac I, Robot
Miller, Walter M. Jr. A Canticle for Leibowitz
Vonnegut, Kurt Galapagos
Anderson, Poul War of the Wing Men
Kafka, Franz The Metamorphosis
Lem, Stanislaw The Cyberiad
Willis, Connie Doomsday Book
Heinlein, Robert Puppetmasters
Abbott, Edwin A. Flatland
Verne, Jules Around the World in Eighty Days
Gogol, Nikolai Diary of a Madman and Other Stories
White, T. H. The Book of Merlin
Wells, HG Island of the Dr. Moreau
Friedman, CS In Conquest Born
Cherryh, CJ Downbelow Station
Forward, Robert L. Dragon’s Egg
Butler, Octavia E. Dawn
Verne, Jules 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
McCaffrey, Anne Dragonflight
Bear, Greg Blood Music
Ballard, J. G. The Drowned World
Le Guin, Ursula K. The Lathe of Heaven
Vonnegut, Kurt Wampeters, Foma, & Granfalloons (opinions)
Dostoevsky, Fyodor Memoirs from the House of the Dead
Niven, Larry Protector

And these CDs

311 311
311 Soundsystem
Barenaked Ladies Maroon
Barenaked Ladies Are Me
Flaming Lips At War with the Mystics
Foo Fighters Foo Fighters
Garbage Beautiful Garbage
Goldfinger Hang-ups
Green Day International Superhits
New Found Glory Catalyst
Pink Floyd The Wall
Violent Femmes Freak Magnet

And that was cool. Because I like books and music.

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More stuff I looked up

Stuff: Which Steeler did I see in the elevator? What sort of miter saw blade should I use for cutting through extruded aluminum? What is St. Vitus’s dance? What are the standard dimensions of a curling sheet? How do I remove a butter stain because I’m a sloppy eater? What are the effects of menthol? What do you call someone who carries and spreads a disease without suffering from the disease?

Words: gaiters, hussar, chapbook, which prompted chapmen

Unanswered: How does General Mills apply the “soft nutty coating” to the raisins in Raisin Nut Bran? What are the official MLB rules concerning switch hitters — are they allowed to switch from right- to left-handed batting in one at-bat against the same pitcher? Also, what are the official MLB rules about pitching to batters. Can you switch pitchers in the middle of an at-bat, barring injury?

More coolness: I looked up caffeine in Wikipedia because I thought I remembered a doctor or something telling me at one point that caffeine helped open the bronchial tubes and ease breathing, so coffee or Coke might help when asthma bothered me. I found no direct reference to this, but I discovered that spiders on caffeine can’t build a web worth shit, according to a study done by NASA in 1995.

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Heck of a dream

This is one of my longest and most elaborate dreams, and I’m certain I’ll be forgetting a lot of it.

To start with, I was in a big building that was supposed to be someone’s house. I was there with Dad and some friends — not sure of everyone who was there, but I think Dad and Oleo are the only ones who have any lines. This big building reminds me a little of a middle school or a high school, but with school furniture stripped out.

Anyway, in this school building that wasn’t a school, I went into a room that had only a humongous roll top desk. By humongous, I mean that it was about eight feet tall. Oleo was in the room with me, and although I no longer remember what we said, I know I was telling him some idea I had for a book or something.

We left the giant desk room to join my father and others in a terrifically empty ‘dining room’, which looked as though it was supposed to be a wood-floored gymnasium. Dad was happily picking up giant (3″-6″) dead cockroaches and talking about how well his cockroach poison was working. This might be related to my having found this article on Fark, and consequently looked up Titanus giganteus (might be hard to tell the size from that picture, so check this out too).

So end that ‘scene’ of my dream. We then were suddenly in something like Awz’s parents’ house. I got the impression that a significant amount of time had passed. Again, I don’t remember everyone who was there, but Oleo was definitely there, and I think KrisDi was, too. We had just had breakfast, and Oleo started talking about whatever idea I had given him before. I thought he just wanted to talk about it more, so I told him we should go out for coffee. He said no, and that he had used it to make a movie and that someone was coming over to watch it and decide whether or not to ‘produce’ it. So I was a little surprised.

Then a big-shot producer type showed up, and talked a bunch about bands and music that, in the dream, were supposed to be new and popular, but were probably made up in my head since I don’t really know crap about today’s music. Then we went down to the dream equivalent of Awz’s room, which luckily has a projector and everything so we could make our poor victim watch this movie (note — since this is an amateur movie within a dream, I’m not sure whether the production values are a function of the dream or of the amateurishness of the movie), about which I really knew nothing, even though it was supposed to be based off my idea.

The Navy was testing new weapon systems on a crappy old ship. One of them was like NATO Sea Sparrow, but super tall (like 30 feet). There was another one on the deck of the ship, maybe Vertical Launch System. Then finally there was some thing I thought of as Tomahawk but was fired from underwater. According to that article I just linked, Tomahawk can be fired from submerged submarines, so maybe I wasn’t so far off there. Strange. Here’s what I dreamed, though.

Anyway, the first two go off, and then apparently no one is expecting any Tomahawk missile firings, and a bunch of people are running around on the deck when it goes off. So, people start diving for cover, and chunks of the ‘target’ (apparently a giant red foam ball) start splashing down or hitting the deck. For some reason, the ‘camera’ takes special care to show that one of the people diving for cover sees spent casings (fired bullets) all over the deck where he is. The test is considered a huge success anyhow, but nobody’s particularly cheerful about it.We go to a room where the guy running the show is talking to a bunch of his higher up underlings. They’re all talking about where they’re going to go and what they’re going to do now that they’ve finally gotten through this test. Everyone seems to think the Navy’s going to fire them, and they all have “I’m going to have a farm in Idaho” type of plans. Around this time, another ship begins drawing up to them, and they’re not sure what country it’s from. It looks miniature in my dream, as if Oleo’s film crew had done a close up of a toy ship and tried to pass it off as a real ship.

Everyone of course gets all excited and starts running around again. The new ship draws up alongside our ship (now it’s nothing more exciting than a motor boat). No one’s in the boat, but there’s something weird in the back. A disembodied voice (I got the feeling it was aliens speaking from above) explained that it was some kind of an engine that didn’t need fuel and would run forever.

Then my alarm went off. Stupid alarm.

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