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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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Sci Fi Dream

I’m going to have to reconstruct most of this since I’m writing it 17 hours after I woke up, but I had a pretty long science fiction dream last night.

I think I was part of a colonization party where we went to some planet that was somewhat arid. We genetically engineered (or maybe mutated locals) into somewhat intelligent beings, and something went wrong. Not with the genetic engineering, like you would expect, but for some reason all the colonists needed to evacuate. I don’t think it was a revolt among the genetically engineered folks, maybe like an impending armageddon either from an incoming comet or an enemy attack of some sort.

Anyway, no one was worried about evacuating the genetically engineered folks, and only a couple of the colonists (including myself) were left behind. I think I must have had an incredibly long life span in this dream, because I was around long enough for the genetically engineered folks to develop a society remarkably similar to today’s USA, but shallower.

I was a celebrity, being a member of the colonizing party, but more like a venerated anachronism than anything else. I had a part on a TV news show (or I had my own TV show) where I could talk about whatever I wanted. The idea was that I would impart great wisdom to my audience.

My favorite part of the dream was the very clear thought that I had long since given up on anyone actually caring about the thoughts behind what I said, let alone any real meaning. Since no one was going to pay enough attention to understand what I said, I made a conscious choice to never repeat myself, since that would just bore them and then no one would listen at all.

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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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