What do you expect to see here?

Orca + Elk = ?

So, instead of working on getting pictures ready for the post that I’ve basically written, I started writing a program to help me rename and sort photos more easily. No photos for you. Instead, a really weird dream.


Some guy went to a redneck/hillbilly family’s place to “gain their approval”, for some unknown reason. They were having dinner, and everybody got a raw egg cracked onto their plates (which were like really large platters or trays). Everybody started whacking at eggs them with wooden-spoon-like utensils in order to break the yolks, but apparently they were very tough, because for the most part the eggs just flew around from platter to platter, so in the end no one had the same egg they started with.

During dinner, the family (one mean looking uncle in particular) was pressuring the guy to drink beer, and the guy succumbed and had a few. After dinner, the mean uncle triumphantly announced that he had slipped some sort of substance into the beer that caused the imbiber to go completely numb, and feel no pain.

To demonstrate, the mean uncle slapped the guy really hard in the face, making him fly backward and land in a campfire, where his clothes lit on fire. Sure enough, this did not cause the guy any pain. Somehow, the flames were put out.

Then things start to get really weird.

The reason the mean uncle had drugged the dinner guest was because he would need immunity from pain to fight…something. Whatever this thing was, it looked like a killer whale, but it could get around on land and it had big antlers like an elk’s, but even bigger. And so one of these strange creatures showed up, and the dinner guest guy fought it by sort of trying not to get killed by it (because it was pretty darn ferocious). Then a giant moose showed up. Somehow the guy tricked the killer whale creature into fighting with the giant moose instead. I think the moose won, and then went away.

I don’t know how the hillbilly family felt about it, but apparently the other killer whale things were very angry. They swarmed in to destroy the dinner guest guy. And then I woke up.


I’d be interested in any artistic folks’ renditions of the orca-elk thing.

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Weird Dreams

Last night (night of 15 March):
I dreamed I was eating concrete, the loose crumbly kind, served in little gray brownie shaped and sized squares. I was sitting in the back of a small truck reading the New Testament. This was a very interesting New Testament. It included such interesting verbiage as “fuck off” and talked a lot about heroin and cocaine, and seemed to be set in the ‘80s.

I wasn’t even slightly concerned about my teeth, but by the time I was uncomfortably full of cement, I was starting to be worried about my digestive tract. I had a very clear concern about the concrete hardening into a big ball in my stomach, and thought, “Well, if that happens, they can cut me open and remove a stomach-shaped chunk of concrete.”

At that point, I realized I needed to go to the bathroom to release the cement brownies. I was apparently hanging around in a bad part of some San Diego shaped town with people that I knew – I knew them in the dream, but they weren’t people that I actually know. Two of them, a man and a young-ish woman, were business partners. They ran a strip club together, but the guy was the main owner. The young woman was delivering the bad news that four or five of their strippers were pregnant, and most of the rest of them had some other medical problem that would prevent them from working. The young woman was saying she wanted to get out of their business agreement, because it didn’t seem to be going very well. The guy said something like, “Well, I could just quit instead.” For some reason, they both seemed to think this would solve all their problems.

I turned to the other person there, an older-ish woman, to ask where I could find a bathroom. She started taking me through a very run-down building toward the back, telling me not to drink the water, and explained that there was a big bass that would go swim in the ocean, and then come and stay in the pool for a while. This was somehow an example of how bad their water was. I was puzzled about this in the dream, but did not comment.

Eventually, we got all the way through to where the bathrooms were, and I got the distinct impression that it was a casino bathroom. The old lady came in with me, for some reason, and felt the need to go stall by stall to pick me a seat. Most of the stalls were occupied; two were empty. One of the empty ones was spraying water, leaving only one feasible option. And then I woke up.

Last Friday night (night of 12 March):
I had two dreams (or, one dream with a very precipitous segue between two very unrelated halves). In the first one, KrisDi and I were living in our current house with our current yard in a very different neighborhood. All the neighboring houses were quite large. They were older, but in fairly good shape, with huge, hideous yards – almost no grass, mostly weeds and open dirt and dumped concrete and piles of rocks, including lignite.

I decided that my side yard project would be most easily completed by filling it with lignite from one of the neighbor’s piles. I’m not clear on whether or not I had permission, or if I was just assuming I could take it, or if I was knowingly stealing it. So, I carried large chunks of coal into our yard and broke them up with a hammer until I had a big, chokingly dusty black mess in my side yard. Dust was billowing out through the fence, which was annoying the immediate neighbor (even though we don’t have an immediate neighbor on that side of the house).

That’s when I started to worry about the wisdom of using lignite as a filler material. I had still planned on putting topsoil on top of it and putting grass on that, and I started imagining the underground coal burning and turning into scoria (as opposed to scoria) and other unpleasant happenings.

And then we segued into the second dream, in which KrisDi and I were in the back of a van with her parents driving us to the hospital, because she was about to have a baby. Keep in mind I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies.

Anyway, it was taking us quite some time to get to the hospital, and KrisDi seemed fairly far along to me. She kept reporting how dilated she was by measuring with a tape measure. And then I woke up. I didn’t sleep very well that night.

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Unpleasant dream

I didn’t sleep well last night. I think I was too busy worrying about my Thanksgiving leftover supply. It’s running low.

So, it’s been about twelve hours since I woke up, so I’ve forgotten a lot of details, but here’s the gist of the dream I had last night.

For whatever reason, there’s a group of children (6-10 years old) that are basically having a war. Camouflage, facepaint, automatic weapons (yes, real ones). A small group (four or five) have found some sort of natural cavern up high. It has a fairly large but not very rapid stream running through it, and a large opening (through the side, not through the floor) lets the water flow out.

These four or five kids have a leader, who is small and young even for their age group. He’s decided that war and killing is bad, and that they shouldn’t do it any more, and he has convinced his three or four followers that this is the right idea. So they’re up in their little hideout, peacefully not shooting each other, when another kid finds his way in. He’s still armed and aggressive, but after much tension, somehow they win this new kid over, too. He starts to warn them that he was a scout, and more armed kids are coming soon and that they should run.

Unfortunately, he didn’t convince them fast enough, and the other kids come in and start shooting. They kill all the peaceable kids (except the new one), and somehow among the confusion and with the new convert shooting at them, all the warlike kids get killed, too. That leaves the newly converted anti-war kid alone, surrounded with his dead new friends and his dead old friends (some of whom he had personally shot), filled with guilt and horror. He puts his gun under his chin and pulls the trigger, but he’s too small to get it in a straight line, and it goes through his jaw without killing him. He crawls to the opening where the water flows out and is getting ready to jump, and then I woke up.

So yeah. That wasn’t a very pleasant dream. What the hell did I eat?

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More stuff!

Hi! It’s been more than a week, but you’ll live. I promise. Well, at least you won’t die because of my failure to post. But I’m here now, so never fear.

White Russians are delicious. Especially when you use eight servings of heavy whipping cream each (120% of your daily saturated fat! mmmmmmm….). It’s like a shake! You can feel the fat coating your lips! KrisDi had bought a bunch of heavy whipping cream to make Knoephla soup, which was delicious (thanks again for the recipe, Wilmy’s mom!), and then I gave it all away to co-workers at the best potluck I’ve ever attended. A bunch of them really liked it, including a Chinese guy who wanted the recipe so he could “Chinese it up.” When I talked to him this morning, I found that he had added baby bok choy and replaced the ham with shrimp or some other such thing…such craziness. I’d still try it.

Speaking of cooking, KrisDi is still an excellent cook. Check out some pictures of more things we have eaten recently! All delicious!

Last weekend was pumpkin carving weekend. This year we decided on Futurama characters, which turned out easier than some previous years (damn you Johnnie Walker, damn you Arrogant Bastard). I did Bender, KrisDi did Nibbler. So here they are!

E-Dubs and Pixel Chick got engaged (congratulations to them!), so next year at this time they’ll be Mr. and Mrs. E-Dubs.

I’ve been spending my evenings programming in C#, which I’m sure bores everyone to death. I felt awfully smart when I successfully implemented a recursive function (until I realized that although it worked, it wasn’t what I needed). So, I wrote a program that searches files and replaces parts of the file names if I so desire. Now I’m going to re-write it and try to use decent programming practices. Because I’m a nerd.

Oh, and I had such a weird dream last night. I don’t remember all of it, but here’s what I do remember: Michael Jackson, although dead, still owned a large tract of land that included a pretty large swath of mountains. There was a big quarry-pit sort of thing that I somehow wandered into with an ENORMOUS machine that looked kind of like a combine. I don’t know what to call the driver’s seat area, but I’m going to call it a bridge because it was spacious and fancy. I ran into the captain (or driver, or whatever), who explained that this big-ass machine was for landscaping, and proceeded to demonstrate. It destroyed huge areas of land and replaced whatever had been growing there with tulips — full grown and already colorful (mostly purple). The areas that had been “landscaped” in this fashion were clearly delineated by where the forest ended and the tulips began. Many of the tulips on the edges of these areas were brown and wilting. Right up the sides of the mountains.

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More catch-up

I have to talk about the things we did in the past, because we’re pretty boring. But first, I want to tell you about a weird dream I had in the past:

Many of you met Weesh’s Mom, who is kind and warm on par with saints. I dreamed that she was a serial killer. I was trying to get through some strange combination of a shopping mall and my old middle school, and when I finally made it out the back (after going up some dead escalators, I was at the bottom of a steep slope, and their was a skull rolling down the hill that looked like it had been gnawed on. I looked up the hill, and there was Mrs. Weesh, who confessed everything to me in the James Bond villain style of gloatingly revealing all the details of your brilliant plan. So that was a little disturbing.

Yeah. Anyway, I put up a bunch more pictures of our wedding (this time from Weesh’s camera). I had some fun photoshopping one of them. Compare this with this.

Shortly after the wedding, we went to the Washington Brewers Festival and had a good time. Drank lots of beer and met up with several of my co-workers and got to play with a breathalyzer. KrisDi blew some ridiculously high number, but we can’t remember what it was. We watched Tim (owner and operator of T-Bone Industries) toss a keg as part of a competition. We forgot our cameras, I think, because I don’t have any pictures to share.

We also went to the Oregon Beer Festival in Portland, and we do have a couple pictures of that one. We drank lots and lots and had a good time, we met P-Dubs at the festival (E-Dubs and Pixel Chick had gone earlier in the week) along with his friend’s wife and her brother. Afterward, KrisDi and I were a little drunk on our walk back to the hotel. We stopped at Deschutes for dinner and ordered another beer (which we didn’t finish). I apparently left my credit card there when we left, which made checking in at the hotel pretty exciting. When we got into our room at eight, we lay down and fell asleep until 8:54, when one of us woke up and said, “We should probably turn out the lights.” And then we slept some more until nine in the morning. It was great.

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