All original artwork. Maybe I should pass on the next double.
Click to post every opportunity I've failed to take advantage of!
Friday
Tonight's Scary Thought
"The Shining" Time Station.
All original artwork. Maybe I should pass on the next double.
Click to post every opportunity I've failed to take advantage of!
All original artwork. Maybe I should pass on the next double.
Click to post every opportunity I've failed to take advantage of!
Thursday
Interpretation.
Tonight's Deep Thought:
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush::What you've got is only worth half of what you could have.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush::What you've got is only worth half of what you could have.
Wednesday
That's All You Need, Part II
SECOND WEEK UPDATE
1. Music/iPod/Hard Drive
It's Raining Men can come off of the iPod. and St. Elmo's Fire, and Lords of the New Church, and Dreams & Desires
2. NFL Stats/Draft Party
The Draft Party is on the 26th. Should be a good night.
3. Writing: Black Coffee, Oxbow Lake, Sitcom Show, Untitled Short,Play Edits. More play edits!
4. Schedule
Take off days Wed Sept. 12
5. Fall Restaurant Event
Update bottle list
Manager Meeting (Consolidate notes)
6. Cancel Magazines
7. Beer Description Doc
Styles Guide
8. Go Home
9. Watch Jaws/Matrix/Shining?
10. Copyrights
11. NFL Preseason & "Other Dates"
12. Dishes/Laundry
13. House Cleaning
14. Visit Karfliov
15. File Paperwork
16. Visit The Chain
17. Mad Blog (in progress)
18. Cross off things on other lists
19. Call Ma (surgery)
20. Call Pappy
29. Mail Verano's shirt
30. Get rid of lingering burning smell.
31. HH @ Local bar.
32. Get up by 10.
33. Dinner @ Good Luck China Town
34. Call Nanna.
Bad Stuff
21. Cigarettes
22. PNP
23. Cutty Sark
24. Do something stupid
Extra Credit
25. Jeans
26. Haircut
27. Shoes
28. Upgrade Verano's home flight.
29. Thank the girl upstairs for saving my life.
It's Raining Men can come off of the iPod. and St. Elmo's Fire, and Lords of the New Church, and Dreams & Desires
2. NFL Stats/Draft Party
The Draft Party is on the 26th. Should be a good night.
3. Writing: Black Coffee, Oxbow Lake, Sitcom Show, Untitled Short,
Take off days Wed Sept. 12
5. Fall Restaurant Event
8. Go Home
10. Copyrights
13. House Cleaning
16. Visit The Chain
17. Mad Blog (in progress)
18. Cross off things on other lists
19. Call Ma (surgery)
20. Call Pappy
30. Get rid of lingering burning smell.
31. HH @ Local bar.
32. Get up by 10.
Bad Stuff
Extra Credit
25. Jeans
26. Haircut
27. Shoes
28. Upgrade Verano's home flight.
29. Thank the girl upstairs for saving my life.
That's All You Need, Part I
Republished from Composition Book, August 27th, 2012.
"Last night I didn't dream; I was in my head. It was room on room of cavernous spaces, and in these spaces there were thousands of objects on the walls, just stuck there or on shelves. The objects were memories and knowledge and thoughts, and ranged in appearance from simple--a little blue toy horse, for instance--to abstract and indescribable. So I was wondering around these vast rooms, trying to connect the different objects I saw with what they might represent. Eventually I was in one of the lowest chambers, where my brain is connected at the spinal column I suspect, and there was a villainous mischief-maker who I had been summoned to thwart. We battled using mechanized suits and he defeated me, so I was evading him and worked my way to a large gun, which he had constructed in order to destroy a significant portion of the objects on the walls.
"The gun was black and probably twice as big as I was, and it was on a timer. When the clock counted down it would fire, no matter what it was pointed at. He started the timer just as I reached the gun and then he flew away. With no options I pointed the gun into a hole at the very bottom of the cavern, into a pool of brilliant red magma boiling beneath the cavern's surface, so that none of the the objects in the upper layers would be damaged by a blast (presumably I was pointing down into my spinal cord, where the damaging energy would be absorbed and thus not effective*). However, when the clock reached zero the gun did nothing, and the Trickster--a form of my own consciousness? an archetype, buried deep, deep within?--came back around. He was laughing. It had all been a hoax, of course. He just wanted company.
"Out of either frustration or accidental ignorance I pull on a handle while climbing upwards, which causes the lower chamber to start flooding. I climb back into the main caverns.
"Now I have to find the door to get out, but there are hundreds of doors dispersed in between the objects on the walls, and they all go to different places. I'm looking for one set of doors, of course, and I don't remember which ones they are. Something or someone reminds me that I've done this before. Along one of the thousands of shelves I find what I am looking for, a silver, rubbery sort of object that is mounted to the wall. It has a wavy symbol on it. I take it from its mount and press it into a mold on a different wall of the cavern. Above this mold there is a tiny pair of red doors, so small that I can barely open them. Above the doors is a placard that says, "Cere". The silver object acts as a key, and the doors unlock.
"Suddenly I can hear what's going on outside, in the real world, my external world. I wake up. By going through the doors I've restored myself to the helm of my body.
"But, for a little while and to what purpose I can't say, I was inside of my brain last night. There's a world, a kingdom and a people, in there."
I've explored it in previous dreams but never to this extent, I've never been to the source. I hope future visits explain a bit more of the mystery. I'll chronicle them here at Something Else as best I can.
Thought for the day: The Chinese Zodiac interprets personalities on a twelve year cycle, while the regular Zodiac interprets personalities on a twelve month cycle. What is the significance of this?
* Or would it?
"Last night I didn't dream; I was in my head. It was room on room of cavernous spaces, and in these spaces there were thousands of objects on the walls, just stuck there or on shelves. The objects were memories and knowledge and thoughts, and ranged in appearance from simple--a little blue toy horse, for instance--to abstract and indescribable. So I was wondering around these vast rooms, trying to connect the different objects I saw with what they might represent. Eventually I was in one of the lowest chambers, where my brain is connected at the spinal column I suspect, and there was a villainous mischief-maker who I had been summoned to thwart. We battled using mechanized suits and he defeated me, so I was evading him and worked my way to a large gun, which he had constructed in order to destroy a significant portion of the objects on the walls.
"The gun was black and probably twice as big as I was, and it was on a timer. When the clock counted down it would fire, no matter what it was pointed at. He started the timer just as I reached the gun and then he flew away. With no options I pointed the gun into a hole at the very bottom of the cavern, into a pool of brilliant red magma boiling beneath the cavern's surface, so that none of the the objects in the upper layers would be damaged by a blast (presumably I was pointing down into my spinal cord, where the damaging energy would be absorbed and thus not effective*). However, when the clock reached zero the gun did nothing, and the Trickster--a form of my own consciousness? an archetype, buried deep, deep within?--came back around. He was laughing. It had all been a hoax, of course. He just wanted company.
"Out of either frustration or accidental ignorance I pull on a handle while climbing upwards, which causes the lower chamber to start flooding. I climb back into the main caverns.
"Now I have to find the door to get out, but there are hundreds of doors dispersed in between the objects on the walls, and they all go to different places. I'm looking for one set of doors, of course, and I don't remember which ones they are. Something or someone reminds me that I've done this before. Along one of the thousands of shelves I find what I am looking for, a silver, rubbery sort of object that is mounted to the wall. It has a wavy symbol on it. I take it from its mount and press it into a mold on a different wall of the cavern. Above this mold there is a tiny pair of red doors, so small that I can barely open them. Above the doors is a placard that says, "Cere". The silver object acts as a key, and the doors unlock.
"Suddenly I can hear what's going on outside, in the real world, my external world. I wake up. By going through the doors I've restored myself to the helm of my body.
"But, for a little while and to what purpose I can't say, I was inside of my brain last night. There's a world, a kingdom and a people, in there."
I've explored it in previous dreams but never to this extent, I've never been to the source. I hope future visits explain a bit more of the mystery. I'll chronicle them here at Something Else as best I can.
Thought for the day: The Chinese Zodiac interprets personalities on a twelve year cycle, while the regular Zodiac interprets personalities on a twelve month cycle. What is the significance of this?
* Or would it?
Monday
I don't think my Neighbors like me.
Within the span of a week the third floor neighbors, called Neighbors, have likely made two phones calls on my behalf. The first one, in theory, was to the fire department with regards to my noisy, incessant smoke detector. I'm confident that they also propped the front doors open to let the firemen in and I probably own them a thank-you for saving my life.
The second one, confirmed, was to the property manager with regards to my desperation. I went out into the hallway this evening, wearing only a sky-blue pirate bath towel, in order to bring in my bicycle, because they were moving heavy furniture down the stairs. I locked my self out.
I was able to jiggle my way back into the apartment before the manager showed up, but it doesn't do much aside for two brilliant demonstrations of awkward idiocy. I think they're moving soon.
FIRST WEEK UPDATE
1. Music/iPod/Hard Drive
It's Raining Men can come off of the iPod. and St. Elmo's Fire, and Lords of the New Church, and Dreams & Desires
2. NFL Stats/Draft Party
The Draft Party is on the 26th. Should be a good night.
3. Writing: Black Coffee, Oxbow Lake, Sitcom Show, Untitled Short,Play Edits. More play edits!
4. Schedule
Take off days Wed Sept. 12
5. Fall Restaurant Event
Update bottle list
Manager Meeting (Consolidate notes)
6. Cancel Magazines
7. Beer Description Doc
Styles Guide
8. Go Home
9. Watch Jaws/Matrix/Shining?
10. Copyrights
11. NFL Preseason & "Other Dates"
12. Dishes/Laundry
13. House Cleaning
14. Visit Karfliov
15. File Paperwork
16. Visit The Chain
17. Mad Blog (in progress)
18. Cross off things on other lists
19. Call Ma (surgery)
20. Call Pappy
29. Mail Verano's shirt
30. Get rid of lingering burning smell.
31. HH @ Local bar.
32. Get up by 10.
33. Dinner @ Good Luck China Town
34. Call Nanna.
Bad Stuff
21. Cigarettes
22. PNP
23. Cutty Sark
24. Do something stupid
Extra Credit
25. Jeans
26. Haircut
27. Shoes
28. Upgrade Verano's home flight.
29. Thank the girl upstairs for saving my life.
Monday is just not my day.
The second one, confirmed, was to the property manager with regards to my desperation. I went out into the hallway this evening, wearing only a sky-blue pirate bath towel, in order to bring in my bicycle, because they were moving heavy furniture down the stairs. I locked my self out.
I was able to jiggle my way back into the apartment before the manager showed up, but it doesn't do much aside for two brilliant demonstrations of awkward idiocy. I think they're moving soon.
FIRST WEEK UPDATE
1. Music/iPod/
It's Raining Men can come off of the iPod. and St. Elmo's Fire, and Lords of the New Church, and Dreams & Desires
2. NFL Stats/Draft Party
The Draft Party is on the 26th. Should be a good night.
3. Writing: Black Coffee, Oxbow Lake, Sitcom Show, Untitled Short,
Take off days Wed Sept. 12
5. Fall Restaurant Event
Manager Meeting (Consolidate notes)
Styles Guide
8. Go Home
10. Copyrights
13. House Cleaning
16. Visit The Chain
17. Mad Blog (in progress)
18. Cross off things on other lists
19. Call Ma (surgery)
20. Call Pappy
29. Mail Verano's shirt
30. Get rid of lingering burning smell.
31. HH @ Local bar.
32. Get up by 10.
33. Dinner @ Good Luck China Town
34. Call Nanna.
Bad Stuff
21. Cigarettes
22. PNP
23. Cutty Sark
Extra Credit
25. Jeans
26. Haircut
27. Shoes
28. Upgrade Verano's home flight.
29. Thank the girl upstairs for saving my life.
Monday is just not my day.
Sunday
My Cat Just Demonstrated an Interesting Facility of His Memory
When it comes to an animal's cognitive ability, and even my Cat's, call me a skeptic. Not because I doubt. Maybe because I underestimate. But, most simply because I don't Know. The Cat is a smart The Cat, and I know this better than anyone else in the world. That established, I still don't understand some of his choices; and, as an philosophical human being (depending on how many I've had), I don't even know when he has choices. Or If he has choices. As evidence to the contrary, he is choosey about when he does and doesn't want to sit on the bottom shelf of the fridge, often to obnoxious ends; Let's accept that he makes willful choices.
Which brings me around to my original intention. He has a lot of quirks, and currently the most pertinent is his affinity for plastic. Wrap, bags, packaging: If it's clear plastic, he loves it. Verano and I entertain ourselves with theories. The top one is that if he eats enough of the stuff, the clear plastic, he believes he will also become invisible. This is very useful when you are a Russian Spy, like he is. Otherwise it's adorable, and that's currently the capacity his quirk seems to serve in.
Lately, I've been keeping a mouthguard in it's original plastic wrap in one of our milk crates in the bathroom. When I go into the bathroom he comes with me, and investigates the very plastic wrap. He leaves it alone when the house is empty: It's only when somebody is in the bathroom that he's all right with inspecting it.
This afternoon I put it up, because I fear that he's going to chew on it one afternoon when the house is empty and choke while neither Verano nor I can do anything about it. That didn't stop him from checking out the action when I got home tonight. Only thing is, it wasn't where it usually is.
Seeing a cat confused about something that should be, is a cute thing indeed. It can make your night.
Conclusion: Right now he is in his chair, and things are largely as they should be. He is smiling. Verano is in Los Angeles, which is off, but he understands why. He's very comfortable in his chair. That, above all else, makes things okay.
Get a cat and make it happy.
Which brings me around to my original intention. He has a lot of quirks, and currently the most pertinent is his affinity for plastic. Wrap, bags, packaging: If it's clear plastic, he loves it. Verano and I entertain ourselves with theories. The top one is that if he eats enough of the stuff, the clear plastic, he believes he will also become invisible. This is very useful when you are a Russian Spy, like he is. Otherwise it's adorable, and that's currently the capacity his quirk seems to serve in.
Lately, I've been keeping a mouthguard in it's original plastic wrap in one of our milk crates in the bathroom. When I go into the bathroom he comes with me, and investigates the very plastic wrap. He leaves it alone when the house is empty: It's only when somebody is in the bathroom that he's all right with inspecting it.
This afternoon I put it up, because I fear that he's going to chew on it one afternoon when the house is empty and choke while neither Verano nor I can do anything about it. That didn't stop him from checking out the action when I got home tonight. Only thing is, it wasn't where it usually is.
Seeing a cat confused about something that should be, is a cute thing indeed. It can make your night.
Conclusion: Right now he is in his chair, and things are largely as they should be. He is smiling. Verano is in Los Angeles, which is off, but he understands why. He's very comfortable in his chair. That, above all else, makes things okay.
Get a cat and make it happy.
Tuesday
Skin I'm In
iPod shuffle just played Fresh Flesh (Lords of the New Church) and In the Flesh (Blondie) back to back. Hm...
p.s. does not stand for Golden Monkey.
I've grossly miscalculated how difficult it will be to drink an entire sixer of the stuff, which is a challenge I equate to a Jersey Lunch Truck sandwich, the kind they'll name after you; or a Philly taco; a twelve-egg omelet; you get the idea.
The Five Week List:
1. Music/iPod/Hard Drive
It's Raining Men can come off of the iPod
2. NFL Stats/Draft Party
The Draft Party is on the 26th. Should be a good night.
3. Writing: Black Coffee, Oxbow Lake, Sitcom Show, Untitled Short, Play Edits.
4. Schedule
Take off days Wed Sept. 12
5. Fall Restaurant Event
Update bottle list
Manager Meeting (Consolidate notes)
6. Cancel Magazines
7. Beer Description Doc
Styles Guide
8. Go Home
9. Watch Jaws/Matrix/Shining?
10. Copyrights
11. NFL Preseason & "Other Dates"
12. Dishes/Laundry
13. House Cleaning
14. Visit Karfilov
15. File Paperwork
16. Visit The Chain
17. Mad Blog (in progress)
18. Cross off things on other lists
19. Call Ma (surgery)
20. Call Pappy
Bad Stuff
21. Cigarettes
22. PNP
23. Cutty Sark
24. Do something stupid
Extra Credit
25. Jeans
26. Haircut
27. Shoes
28. Upgrade Verano's home flight.
29. Thank the girl upstairs for saving my life.
Editor's note: Item 24. was added after the fact, as both a benchmark and a warning. Let's not repeat, at least not while we're unsupervised.
The Five Week List:
1. Music/iPod/Hard Drive
It's Raining Men can come off of the iPod
2. NFL Stats/Draft Party
The Draft Party is on the 26th. Should be a good night.
3. Writing: Black Coffee, Oxbow Lake, Sitcom Show, Untitled Short, Play Edits.
4. Schedule
Take off days Wed Sept. 12
5. Fall Restaurant Event
Update bottle list
Manager Meeting (Consolidate notes)
7. Beer Description Doc
Styles Guide
8. Go Home
9. Watch Jaws/Matrix/Shining?
10. Copyrights
11. NFL Preseason & "Other Dates"
12. Dishes/Laundry
13. House Cleaning
14. Visit Karfilov
15. File Paperwork
16. Visit The Chain
17. Mad Blog (in progress)
18. Cross off things on other lists
19. Call Ma (surgery)
20. Call Pappy
Bad Stuff
21. Cigarettes
22. PNP
23. Cutty Sark
Extra Credit
25. Jeans
26. Haircut
27. Shoes
28. Upgrade Verano's home flight.
29. Thank the girl upstairs for saving my life.
Editor's note: Item 24. was added after the fact, as both a benchmark and a warning. Let's not repeat, at least not while we're unsupervised.
Too Many Golden Monkeys
Verano is in LA for five weeks starting yesterday. I have a bucket list which I'll post, starting with item number last, which I've already crossed off the list:
Do something stupid.
In anticipation of her trip I purchased a case of Golden Monkey, which is my favorite beer. It's a golden Belgian tripel which, weighing in at a nasty 9.5% alcohol-by-volume, is not a beer to dick around with. But I did anyway. I was four-and-a-third of these babies in when I put some water on the boil. I was four-and-a-half in when I put the rice on and dropped the chicken. I was still four-and-a-half in when I was woken up by a swarm of buzzing firemen. I don't even think I could remember my name last night. They ventilated the place but it still smells like meat and starch stuck to the bottom of a pan. And, between the noisy fire alarms and the smoke, the Cat is not only ticked off, he's a little nervous. I don't like making my cat nervous.
Somebody else paid my tab last night and I'm grateful for that. But maybe the bar should have thrown me out instead. Lesson learned: get something else to drink after that third one. Like water.
Oh, the icing on the cake was the Doves song that was playing as I came to. Great, just rub it in, barman.
Do something stupid.
In anticipation of her trip I purchased a case of Golden Monkey, which is my favorite beer. It's a golden Belgian tripel which, weighing in at a nasty 9.5% alcohol-by-volume, is not a beer to dick around with. But I did anyway. I was four-and-a-third of these babies in when I put some water on the boil. I was four-and-a-half in when I put the rice on and dropped the chicken. I was still four-and-a-half in when I was woken up by a swarm of buzzing firemen. I don't even think I could remember my name last night. They ventilated the place but it still smells like meat and starch stuck to the bottom of a pan. And, between the noisy fire alarms and the smoke, the Cat is not only ticked off, he's a little nervous. I don't like making my cat nervous.
Somebody else paid my tab last night and I'm grateful for that. But maybe the bar should have thrown me out instead. Lesson learned: get something else to drink after that third one. Like water.
Oh, the icing on the cake was the Doves song that was playing as I came to. Great, just rub it in, barman.
Saturday
Turn off one of the women and put some more ice on the fire!
The Chinese discovered gunpowder by accident while trying to invent a potion that would alchemically lengthen life.
It is unclear what the Chinese were trying to invent when they discovered spaghetti. Perhaps the spaghetti noodle, too, was a byproduct of longevity research, of an effort to live a won, won ton; a futile attempt to avoid facing the question, "Who's going to chop your suey when I'm gone?"
--Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
It is unclear what the Chinese were trying to invent when they discovered spaghetti. Perhaps the spaghetti noodle, too, was a byproduct of longevity research, of an effort to live a won, won ton; a futile attempt to avoid facing the question, "Who's going to chop your suey when I'm gone?"
--Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
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