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la_belle_laide Bush has nothing better to do these days than hate on innocent people. Never mind the huge mess he has put this country and the rest of the world in. These fags must be stopped from ruining the culture! "Ages of experience have taught us that the commitment of a husband and wife to love and to serve one another promotes the welfare of children and the stability of society." Because no husband and wife have ever messed up any kid of theirs at all. Ever. They never break up oand get divorced and have custody battles or anything. Also because this society is completely awesome, and that is thanks to men and women marrying each other. A selfish part of me wonders what Bush would say to my decision to have kids without a husband. I wonder if he'll be interested in banning that, next.
And aside from his war on homosexuality, I think that he ranks right up there with some of history's most destructive world leaders ever. But that kind of goes without saying at this point.
On to pleasanter things.
Last night Jeremy was over for Soul Calibur III, and I lost big time; he beat me by 12 matches out of 50 something. But we did have the following exchange:
Me: Hey, I wonder why Yoshimitsu has a wooden arm and hand with cogs that spin around.
Jeremy: Yeah, I wonder how he lost his arm.
Me: Maybe Yoshimitsu was bad once and Kilik cut it off.
Jeremy: Right. Kilik cut his arm off with his wooden staff.
Me: Maybe he whittled his staff so it was sharp.
Jeremy: Maybe he gnawed Yoshimitsu's arm off.
Me: *A fit of giggles*
Jeremy: Kilik doesn't do everything in the whole entire game, you know.
But yes, he does.
Then we started playing with random created characters. I kept getting characters with no pants at first. Then I started getting characters with no shirts and some kind of mask. How odd.
So here was this dream I had last night that I really want to remember:
I'm driving home from a concert somewhere (on a ship or something?) and I realize I have to get off on an exit that always confuses me, but I promise myself that I will not get lost this time. The exit comes up fast and it's like a huge hill, a very steep and long ramp. I have to angle my car the right way and go a certain speed so that I can get off the big ship my car is on and get on this ramp. So I get on it, and I start going up this great hill. When I get to the top, I realize that the exit is closed. I end up climbing the rest of the way to the top, very precarious. There's a movie theater on top of the hill and I wander into it to see what's playing. There's a man in the theater and he tells me that the movie is broken, so I go wandering back out and into this hotel room. There, I turn off all the lights, lie on the bed, and decide to wait until morning to see if I can get home.
When I get up and try to turn on the light, it doesn't go on. (See this entry on Waking Life.) It ends up that the entire town is in a blackout. So I go back to the top of the hill and I look down on the island, especially Riverhead. It's braod daylight, and I try to make out things that I can recognize. (It was like I was on a huge cliff over rte 105, the bridge over Peconic River--sometimes when I dream of rte 105, it is extraordinarily high in the air, and very long.) I can see Atlantis (which does exist in real life,) and some big lighthouse that I recognize as a landmark next to a seafood restaurant (completely not part of real life.)
After looking, I go back inside the hotel room and now I see all these maritime paintings on the wall, that have been painted by Jeremy's father. (He is a painter, and yesterday Jeremy was showing me pictures of his Dad's paintings.) Then Jeremy's Dad comes into the room and tells me that the blackout would last until the next day, and that I had better keep whatever I am traveling with close to me, because if I let it out of whatever room I was in at the time, it would be lost in the void until I was able to get it back into the room. (??) So I start gathering all of these animals. I remember my three dogs were there, as well as some little white Westie. It isn't my Westie, but I think I'm petsitting it or something.
I bring them all into a chicken coop which has some very odd chickens in it, and they are all running around in the dark. I open the door a crack to let some sun in, because I know that in the dark, it will be just like being in the void and nothing will survive. The Westie keeps running off and I have to keep going from one room to the next through this little door to bring him back in.
Finally the blackout ends and I can get home. Now I'm riding a bike instead of my car, and I start going down the exit ramp, this huge, steep hill, pickign up speed all the way. I fly off onto the LIE and start riding towards a different exit. On the way there I see two kids in the road, the boy lying down in the center lane and the girl crying. It occurs to me that they're not just kidding around, and I offer to call for help on my cell phone. But before I can, some cops come over from an accident that had happened further down the road, and tell me that they can take over and I should just keep riding.
So I keep riding. Further down the road, I see the other accident. In this one, there is a woman on the side of the road surrounded by cops and EMTs and stuff like that. As I pass by, I catch a glimpse of her. She's in her underwear and, though she's not all mangled or anything, she's clearly dead. Her eyes are open and looking really fixed and glazed (I had a feeling that Hephaistion's death scene might give me something close to nightmares.) I start going by quicker, trying to avoid seeing anymore. But there is a crowd of people sitting in the middle of the road, staring at her. One of them is eating chicken from a bucket. I think, "That is so rude, to just sit there staring like it's a movie or something," and I ride on.
And that was it, then I woke up.
WTF, right?
So today I had to go to the store and get a bridal registry thingie thing, right? I was in a rush because my Mom had to borrow my car to take Gran to her DR.'s appointment. Wouldn't you know, the stupid computer is down. Now I get this young guy coming over to help me, right, and first of all he doesn't smell too good. Also he had this huge tattoo on his forearm that read: "4:20" in big, bold letters. So for about ten minutes he kept touching the screen to try to get it to start, and of course it wouldn't. I kept suggesting that maybe he get someone else to help, but he would not be deterred. He started to get really frustrated. I joked, "Hey, you know sometimes with computers it helps if you bash them agaist the wall." So he does. I'm like, "Dude, I was just kidding!" Eventually I got the registry from a different computer (another ten minute process,) but everything that I would have bought was already sold or they didn't carry. *Sigh*
As I was paying for the lame gift card, I said to the cashier, who was this older, bespectacled lady, "Why do people have to get married and inconvenience me?" She shot me what I thought to be a sharp look at first, and I reminded myself that not everyone shares my sense of humor and I should keep my mouth shut more often. Then she smiled and said, "I take it you're not married." I told her I wasn't, expecting the usual "Don't worry dear your turn will come" speech that I always get (and laugh off,) but instead she said, "You know, I didn't get married until I was thirty five. And then, seven years later, my husband abandoned me for another woman. So you see, it doesn't matter who you marry or when. Most of the time it ends the same way." I told her that I suspected she was right, and that it wasn't worth the bother. "It's not," she said, "and what's more, I think that gay people stay together longer."
Take that, Bush!
And aside from his war on homosexuality, I think that he ranks right up there with some of history's most destructive world leaders ever. But that kind of goes without saying at this point.
On to pleasanter things.
Last night Jeremy was over for Soul Calibur III, and I lost big time; he beat me by 12 matches out of 50 something. But we did have the following exchange:
Me: Hey, I wonder why Yoshimitsu has a wooden arm and hand with cogs that spin around.
Jeremy: Yeah, I wonder how he lost his arm.
Me: Maybe Yoshimitsu was bad once and Kilik cut it off.
Jeremy: Right. Kilik cut his arm off with his wooden staff.
Me: Maybe he whittled his staff so it was sharp.
Jeremy: Maybe he gnawed Yoshimitsu's arm off.
Me: *A fit of giggles*
Jeremy: Kilik doesn't do everything in the whole entire game, you know.
But yes, he does.
Then we started playing with random created characters. I kept getting characters with no pants at first. Then I started getting characters with no shirts and some kind of mask. How odd.
So here was this dream I had last night that I really want to remember:
I'm driving home from a concert somewhere (on a ship or something?) and I realize I have to get off on an exit that always confuses me, but I promise myself that I will not get lost this time. The exit comes up fast and it's like a huge hill, a very steep and long ramp. I have to angle my car the right way and go a certain speed so that I can get off the big ship my car is on and get on this ramp. So I get on it, and I start going up this great hill. When I get to the top, I realize that the exit is closed. I end up climbing the rest of the way to the top, very precarious. There's a movie theater on top of the hill and I wander into it to see what's playing. There's a man in the theater and he tells me that the movie is broken, so I go wandering back out and into this hotel room. There, I turn off all the lights, lie on the bed, and decide to wait until morning to see if I can get home.
When I get up and try to turn on the light, it doesn't go on. (See this entry on Waking Life.) It ends up that the entire town is in a blackout. So I go back to the top of the hill and I look down on the island, especially Riverhead. It's braod daylight, and I try to make out things that I can recognize. (It was like I was on a huge cliff over rte 105, the bridge over Peconic River--sometimes when I dream of rte 105, it is extraordinarily high in the air, and very long.) I can see Atlantis (which does exist in real life,) and some big lighthouse that I recognize as a landmark next to a seafood restaurant (completely not part of real life.)
After looking, I go back inside the hotel room and now I see all these maritime paintings on the wall, that have been painted by Jeremy's father. (He is a painter, and yesterday Jeremy was showing me pictures of his Dad's paintings.) Then Jeremy's Dad comes into the room and tells me that the blackout would last until the next day, and that I had better keep whatever I am traveling with close to me, because if I let it out of whatever room I was in at the time, it would be lost in the void until I was able to get it back into the room. (??) So I start gathering all of these animals. I remember my three dogs were there, as well as some little white Westie. It isn't my Westie, but I think I'm petsitting it or something.
I bring them all into a chicken coop which has some very odd chickens in it, and they are all running around in the dark. I open the door a crack to let some sun in, because I know that in the dark, it will be just like being in the void and nothing will survive. The Westie keeps running off and I have to keep going from one room to the next through this little door to bring him back in.
Finally the blackout ends and I can get home. Now I'm riding a bike instead of my car, and I start going down the exit ramp, this huge, steep hill, pickign up speed all the way. I fly off onto the LIE and start riding towards a different exit. On the way there I see two kids in the road, the boy lying down in the center lane and the girl crying. It occurs to me that they're not just kidding around, and I offer to call for help on my cell phone. But before I can, some cops come over from an accident that had happened further down the road, and tell me that they can take over and I should just keep riding.
So I keep riding. Further down the road, I see the other accident. In this one, there is a woman on the side of the road surrounded by cops and EMTs and stuff like that. As I pass by, I catch a glimpse of her. She's in her underwear and, though she's not all mangled or anything, she's clearly dead. Her eyes are open and looking really fixed and glazed (I had a feeling that Hephaistion's death scene might give me something close to nightmares.) I start going by quicker, trying to avoid seeing anymore. But there is a crowd of people sitting in the middle of the road, staring at her. One of them is eating chicken from a bucket. I think, "That is so rude, to just sit there staring like it's a movie or something," and I ride on.
And that was it, then I woke up.
WTF, right?
So today I had to go to the store and get a bridal registry thingie thing, right? I was in a rush because my Mom had to borrow my car to take Gran to her DR.'s appointment. Wouldn't you know, the stupid computer is down. Now I get this young guy coming over to help me, right, and first of all he doesn't smell too good. Also he had this huge tattoo on his forearm that read: "4:20" in big, bold letters. So for about ten minutes he kept touching the screen to try to get it to start, and of course it wouldn't. I kept suggesting that maybe he get someone else to help, but he would not be deterred. He started to get really frustrated. I joked, "Hey, you know sometimes with computers it helps if you bash them agaist the wall." So he does. I'm like, "Dude, I was just kidding!" Eventually I got the registry from a different computer (another ten minute process,) but everything that I would have bought was already sold or they didn't carry. *Sigh*
As I was paying for the lame gift card, I said to the cashier, who was this older, bespectacled lady, "Why do people have to get married and inconvenience me?" She shot me what I thought to be a sharp look at first, and I reminded myself that not everyone shares my sense of humor and I should keep my mouth shut more often. Then she smiled and said, "I take it you're not married." I told her I wasn't, expecting the usual "Don't worry dear your turn will come" speech that I always get (and laugh off,) but instead she said, "You know, I didn't get married until I was thirty five. And then, seven years later, my husband abandoned me for another woman. So you see, it doesn't matter who you marry or when. Most of the time it ends the same way." I told her that I suspected she was right, and that it wasn't worth the bother. "It's not," she said, "and what's more, I think that gay people stay together longer."
Take that, Bush!
