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September
2000 Archive
Saturday, September 30, 2000I friggin love my dreams. I have the most vivid, convoluted, anxious dreams. I think they would make most people crazy - but I love them because I know that my mind is working. Last night I had sort of a soft-core* sex dream. Gotta like that. For awhile, my nights were so devoid of sex dreams I was actually demoted to masturbation dreams. And although I am a big proponent of masturbation, something about dreaming about it didn't bode well.*Note
10/2/00 - Okay, after relaying this story to a friend, I realized
the descriptor of "soft-core" had the wrong connotation. Stylistically,
it was nothing like a soft-core video. It simply lacked the sex
itself, although had other good parts that kept me in bed until
1 pm trying to redream them.
Thursday, September 28, 2000Man, its been awhile.Here's
some notes: 2)
Illness has past. 3)
Smoking is ~GROSS~. 4)
I love autumn. 5)
Hot McDonald's French fries are GOOD. (Not evil, like Dr. Laura.) 6)
Robert at work is a very funny man. Kent was lamenting that a
computer was not functioning. He said it was so bad it was something
wrong with the zeros and ones. Robert said, "Yes, it keeps thinking
that the ones look like sevens." That cracked my (geeky) ass up. 7)
I want to create a scary movie/animation for a Halloween party
I'm going to and I cannot think of what to do. I'm one of those
people who doesn't find being scared at all pleasurable. I read
a bunch of Grimm's fairy tales, but I think my English translations
are tamed down, and a lot of them are too long for my to get done
by the 28th, or just too obtuse. The hunt continues. 8)
Bust magazine is the best magazine ever. 9)
I saw Al (vote for) Gore on David Letterman, what last week? The
week before? He was reading the Top Ten Rejected Gore/Lieberman
slogans. One was about all the Jewish holidays you'll get off.
And he said, "Vote for Gore/Lieberman and we'll work for you 24-6."
10)
It feels good to be working. I August I had a sum total of 8 hours
work. Come 9/1/00, a complete 180. Now old networked leads are
coming out of the woodwork! That's
a few things to came to mind at the moment.
Thursday, September 14, 2000On third thought, GERMS are the enemy. Dammit.I
only get sick once a year, in January, right before my birthday.
Now
I'm sick again. Apparently this sniffly sneezy strain of
cold is inescapable. Must be if I got it. If
I had the energy, I would change my "emotional weather report"
to a thunderstorm. This has been an ass biting week. And it just
gets worse.
Wednesday, September 13, 2000On second thought, sugar is not the enemy - food stuck up in your sinuses is.Posted on 9/13/2000 09:56:05 PM Sugar
*is* the enemy.
Monday, September 11, 2000BITE MY ASS!! I came home tonight to a window that had blown open and my latest hand-drawn illustration on the floor, destroyed. Watercolors don't stand up to rainstorms. Now it only exists in cyberspace - http://www.loosetooth.com/Art/dutch.htm Thank-frickin-gawd I had scanned it in.BITE
MY ASS!!!! A
couple nights ago I dreamt that my tattoo had disappeared - actually,
I was looking at it and the line of my bifocals made it look like
it was gone. Very strange. But not as strange as my dream of last
week where I was staying in a hotel room with Al and Tipper Gore
for a family reunion (not Agerbecks, just some random dream family
that included Christina Ricci). And the big challenge of the dream
was to find myself another place to stay so Al and Tipper could
get it on. Now, I was doing this out of general politeness, not
any imperative on their part. Eventually I did find another place
to bed and then the dream morphed into something else entirely. Tonight
I was watching Nature's Inside the Animal Mind and man, did it
kick my ass. It was talking about mental maps and they, of course,
covered rats and their mazes, but then they started talking about
these birds, the Clark's Nutcracker, that live in the Grand Canyon.
Every year these birds have a 4 week harvest of pine nuts that
are their staple through the winter. They bury the nuts in the
ground. They bury each individual nut in the ground. 30,000 of
them! And they have to remember where the 30,000 nuts are through
the snow so they can survive the winter. AND THEY DO, in fact
they retrieve about 90% of them. For those taking notes, that's
27,000 pine nuts! And they do it every year. My
brain is designed to remember song lyrics and modern artist's
styles. This means I wake up singing the Brown's Chicken jingle
and I can walk into a contemporary art museum's gallery and name
98% of the artists. Happily, I can just go to Dominick's for my
food.
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