Ok, kids, let’s play
Did you ever wake
Did you ever wake up annoyed from a dream?
I had a dream that we went to the store for a particular pen. I needed a permanent fine tip pen for a project I was doing, and we went to 2 different stores to find the right pen. The second store that we went to had just one left, so I grabbed it and brought it home. When I got home, I realized that it wasn’t the right kind of pen, it was one that someone put in there from their pocket, and it was half used and had “LAUNDRY” written on the barrel in Sharpie. I woke up so annoyed about not having the right pen because it just wasn’t worth it to drive all the way back to Walmart to exchange a measly pen.
There are places that I have recurring dreams about. I don’t know whether they are just sets my mind has come up with or places I’ve been or places I will go, but they haunt my dreams. One is a grocery store that seems to have a disproportionately large selection of toilet paper and paper towels. Another is a ranch that I’ve never seen before.
There’s a Joyce Carol Oates story about a woman who sees the house she dreams about, knocks on the door, and goes through some unpleasantness. I don’t know the name of it, but it’s a great story and quite eerie.
When I want to be disturbed, I read Shirley Jackson. The Haunting of Hill House is, of course, one of the all-time scariest books ever, but her short stories are so abrupt and slightly off in some way that they tend to make me uncomfortable. But in a good way.
It is mindboggling to
It is mindboggling to me that in the past week I have had people from all around the world look at this web page. Singapore, Sweden, the UK, 4 time zones in the US. I am just amazed. And a little humbled, to tell the truth. Does this mean I have to write things that mean something, now, because I have a world-wide audience? Should I wax profound on the meaning of life, world peace, the cure for the common cold? 100 years ago, people who wrote every day for a living had dreams of reaching such an audience. Now any prat with a computer can babble and reach thousands.
Should I rail against the injustices such as this? Should I dedicate my life to helping people who desperately want to shave their heads but can’t figure out how?
Shyeah, right. I’d rather toss dwarves.
Are you a redneck
Are you a redneck geek?
Next they’ll refuse to hire people who listen to Britney Spears
The history of the @ sign – be sure to check out what the Dutch call it.
Two Matrix sequels next year, can you stand it?
Worrisome… definitely worrisome.
I’ve just gotten a new video card so’s to play Morrowind, which is what all the cool kids are playing. Basically it’s an RPG that can either be followed through quests or just played with no real purpose. Rather like Ultima Online for single players. Joe Bob sez check it out.
Verisign Kitty Porn Douglas
Verisign
Kitty Porn
Douglas Adams’s posthumous book
Mr. T is now apparently hosting the Gong Show.
Mindless putt putt goodness
I really don’t know what to say…
I got the job at answers.google.com! Now I can get paid for being a know-it-all.
What awesome meals we’ve
What awesome meals we’ve had the past couple of nights.
Friday night we went to Jeffrey’s Restaurant and ate like kings. Then on Saturday we went to Aquarelle, a French restaurant that’s a relative newcomer here. I posted a review of Aquarelle on austin.food, if you want to see how we gorged ourselves.
I haven’t had time to dig up any juicy links since we’ve been so busy. The kids went to visit their grandparents and we went out and did grownup type things… like go to the gun range and play with firearms for a few hours. I hogged the lane and had a generally great time.
Roll… out… the barrel…
Udderly bizarre Speaking of
Udderly bizarre
Speaking of milk…
Yo, beeyotch, it’s me and my ride, aiiiiight?
Oh, yuck
“Things my girlfriend and I have argued about”
Went to see Evil Dead at The Alamo Drafthouse tonight. They put cilantro all over the potato skins. Euuuuuugh. The Drafthouse is a place where, like in the Amsterdam of Pulp Fiction, you can go to see a movie and get a beer – in a glass, even. They also serve food, mostly pizzas and sandwiches. They have popcorn, of course, but they put real butter on it, not LiquiGrease. It’s also Harry Knowles’s favorite theater. My friend N. says that Harry Knowles smells funny. I guess that means you shouldn’t sit next to him if you’re at the Drafthouse.