October 13, 2009

Catpower is not an alternative energy source.

Cat Power is actually a singer. Her real name is Chan Marshall, but that's not the point. The point is i had a dream about her last night.

We were down in some shantytown outside Mexico City helping poor people. Digging wells, building stable housing, that kind of thing. Why/how i dunno. You tell me. And i don't know where my wife was, but I'm pretty sure Cat Power would make me forget my wife anyway. That's not the point. The point is we were introduced by Matt Damon.

Matt Damon? What the heck does THAT mean? Am i alright or...

"Cross Bones Style"
"He War"

October 11, 2009

Inconsolable Sadness

Baseball season is over and suddenly football's not looking so great either. The good news is it's raining.

June 05, 2009

i had The Dream again

The one about the zombies.

This time we were at Keefermansion west (somewhere in Cali i guess). Our supplies were running low and i knew we had to make a run for higher ground. There had to be more food and maybe even a government beachhead out there. i dreaded leaving the relative safety of our bunker for a run out in the open -in what was still, basically, zombie country. i didn't like the idea of trying to make it past the roving pressgangs either, but... desperate times.

The worst part was the cats. Oh, man, what are we going to do with the cats? We've had them for ten years. That's longer than most friends. It's practically family. You can't just Leave 'em, but... you can't take 'em with you either. You know you can't. What do you do? What do we do...

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April 13, 2009

In Your Dreams

i had a dream that that the head of cybersecurity at my dayjob and i were arguing about whether or not Neneh Cherry was hot.

Now... I've neVer had a disagreement with the guy (I've never even seen him froWn). And i haven't even thought about Neneh Cherry this millennium, but... there they both were. In my dream. I've never dreamed of either of them before and don't expect i ever shall again, but...

What does it MEAN?

Buffalo Stance

February 28, 2009

Why Are Most of My Dreams about the Zombiepocalypse?

Dreamed last night about zombies again. Only this time, instead of being besieged, we were going out from our enclave on a mission to rescue others whose enclave had been overrun. First there was the argument about taking the copters out to them. Then there were some who didn't want to do a thorough search for survivors. For some reason this girl i knew in the 90's was there. Not only was she toting an M-16, but she was speaking Portugese instead of Spanish. Weird. Why would my dream even caRe what language -much less going to the trouble of Changing it to Portugese?

I don't recall how it turned out, but it couldn't've gone well at all. It was a hopeless mission.

For all you Survivors out there... maybe you should leave the copters (and take the canoli).

January 12, 2009

I Have a Dream. (A very bad dream.)

Zombies hit the Obama administration and they hit it hard. The Secret Service did what they could, but they couldn't possibly have been prepared for wave after wave of the undead. And those brave guys in the Capitol Police went down fighting. By the time Homeland Security had mobilized, it was too late. The White House was gone.

Thank God my wife was safe.

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July 07, 2008


Don’t you hate it when you change your alarm on the weekend or when you’re on vacation… and then you wake up and look at the clock… but it doesn’t make any sense? Like… “something’s very wrong here, but i can’t quite figure it out”. And then you’re like: “OMG! I’m so fricken late!”. And then you jump up and hit the shower -and only THEN does it occur to you… “Ohhhhhhh, yeah. It’s the weekend. I’m not late for work. I’m right on time for play”. And you can’t believe you wasted good adrenaline like that.

Yeah. i hate that.

And then there’s Monday when you forget to set the alarm back to it’s regular time and you look at the clock and it just doesn’t make any sense and you’re thinking: “maybe it’s the weekend”, but then you realize it’s NOT the weekend and then you’re like: “OMG! I’m so fricken late!”.


July 17, 2007

I dreamt about John Edwards and the Foo Fighters.

John Edwards had bloodily murdered two women (in what felt like spontaneous/accidental circumstances) and I was trying to convince him to turn himself in. We were at his cabin in the woods and I was worried that the police were going to find out (with me as an Accessory After the Fact) before I got him to confess and surrender. It was a long dream. In the presence of his weeping family, I finally convinced him, shook his hand, and told him he would’ve made a great President (except for the murderin’ i suppose). The police then drove him away.

I was some kind of an administrator at a Middle School and I was escorting the Foo Fighters around the hallways. Every once in a while I’d open the door to a classroom, we’d go in, and the Foo Fighters would play one of their tunes for the kids. At the end, after a performance of “Everlong” to one of the classes, I told Dave Grohl that it was one of the finest lovesongs ever written (IT IS).

P.S. The REAL John Edwards is a good man, an excellent candidate, and will make a great President if given the opportunity.

[Update: It turns out he DID have something to hide. Fortunately he got over himself and his wife forgave him. Maybe he can serve as a life-lesson to somebody approaching "MidLife Crisis" time.]