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Saturday, November 01, 2003
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Oops. We're not here. We're there.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Tuesday, October 28, 2003
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Today:
- Tai Chi
- Coffee - yeah i know
- Amazon
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I dreamed Miranda brought a tarantula for me to look at. It was in a box and I told her it was okay as long as it stayed in the box. Right about the time I say that I look down and the thing has attached itself to my leg. It's orange and black and hairy and fierce looking and I'm terrified, but she won't do anything about it. Many bites, itches. Total nightmare. When I wake I scream out 'Megan' for some reason. Don't get that really, but there it is. I've been having these incredible visions when I'm half asleep. Just one after the other. Hard to explain - might try better better more later.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Today:
- Going to go ahead and transfer the site - to here - not quite done, but meh - it never is
- Baby man - didn't care a lick about the time change - been awake for hours, grapes, cheese, milk
- Coffee
- Backups
- Moood
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I dreamed George W. Bush was hunting Aragog from Harry Potter the way he looked when Tom Riddle caught him with Hagrid inside the school. I was there, but spectating only. He kept getting bitten and having to use the antidote, but he kept missing his own arm and shooting the antidote into Aragog, which only made the spider stronger. Oh - here, at times - on and off, I was George missing the arm. He's hunting and losing hunting and losing hunting and losing, then Barbara Bush comes to save the day. I don't how she did it, but she caught the spider and all was well. Mmhm. The end.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Today:
- PHP - most awesome
- Squirrels attacking my house
- Coffee
- Baby wakes - baby breakfast, baby talking - 'uhoh', dancing, blocks, letters, sesame street
- Data
- Thinking about a movie
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I dreamed an X-File. I was there. Don't know if I was Mulder or Scully actually but they were there and I was there and I think I might have been one of them at times. We were looking for a man who disappeared into the fire. He jumped from a bridge and was assumed dead. I could see him in my head though. He wasn't dead. Flying in the flames. He landed softly on a rock and waited transport from a creature that looked much like Peter Jackson's Ents aflame. Roaring. The search took us to a Haitian man who built musical instruments. I plucked one up that had been a gift to the flame man. It was a trombone, only it wasn't, it was made of cardboard. No strings, but you strummed it like a guitar. Some kind of cardboard panel over the box. After a few minutes I managed a scale and the Haitian man applauded. He was pleased with me and I was satisfied. He knew about the man in the flames. Something.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Thursday, October 23, 2003
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Today:
- Little Man - breakfast that he didn't eat, computer play - yikes, dancing,
- Strawberry soda, baby breakfast
- Mail
- PHP
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I dreamed I was a Canadian immigrant and had to attend Canadian immigrant classes. Was forced to wear a blue prison uinform and they gave me a can of soup and a job. Then a giant hiking boot in the sky. I was watching it with Jasper and 'not Amy'. She was nice, but I kept wondering if she was really out to get us. Then I dreamed the real life experience with Christi where I told her to call the man and get the key to the puzzle. He was nice to me in front of my grandmother with whom he was doing business, but when we called back later he got mad and said this wasn't a game. But it was game, wasn't it - I'd just failed to understand at that age what kind of game it was. - No wonder I hate what I hate.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Tuesday, October 21, 2003
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Today:
- News - sort of, not really
- Soda, oatmeal
- Two Towers - because I didn't finish and it's due tomorrow
- Reading - A Beautiful Mind - not even half way through yet - how can that be you ask? - the squirt is the answer, journals
- Baby man - won't eat - I know he's hungry - doesn't care for oatmeal I guess
- Amazon - updates
- PHP/MySQL - cool - very cool
- Quotes - Inserts (Rowling, ) - no, that didn't work
Someone help me think of a good domain name.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I dreamed I was going to sit for the SATs or something of the like again. Kelly came to pick me up but when she got there I wasn't ready. I was going through reams and reams of clothes and couldn't decide what to wear. My clock said 5:52, but I think it was off by an hour so it was actually 6:52. Then I thought we had to be there by 8, but turned out it was 7:30. So Kelly was in a huff because I kept changing and we were going to be late. I kept asking her, does this look okay? And it kept not looking okay. Finally, some blue and pink sweater that hugged my rear end - terrible - does this look ok? No - come on!! So I had to leave. Got to the test room and they're showing a half hour film before the test - so I say to the instructor can I be excused to change clothes and he says no to which I don't object. I guess he wanted me to put up a fight because he relents and says - oh, go on. No luck though - none of the clothes I come up with will do. Thankfully I awake and don't have think anymore about clothes. Stupid, stupid, stupid clothes.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Today:
- Baby man - dancing first thing - he insisted, swinging, not hungry
- Mail- sh--oot...updates
- Deadjournal - word sounds
- Amazon - new, updates
- Livejournal - movieholic, thinning the ranks
- Reading - Scientific American thing about time, A Beautiful Mind
- Soda, Rice, Cheese, Yogurt
- New Host
- Got my news tools back - hm - now i'll have to self-discipline - what a disaster
- News
- Intended to make kookoo but didn't have any eggs so corn chowder
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I dreamed I spent the night at the Votaw's. Christi was there but she had no idea I was in the house. In the morning while she was asleep I started to hang her clothes. Both the Votaw's caught me at it and made wry remarks. I ignored them. Then I noticed the door to the backyard was open. Angry because I must've slept with it that way and anyone could've walked in. Through the door I notice the Votaw's are expanding their house. Wooden frames in the backyard that extend to the fence. But at the fence encroaching apartment complexes. It's worrisome in the dream. [Yaga - the apartment people are coooo...miiiing. Oh nooooo....]
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Saturday, October 18, 2003
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Oops.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Today:
- Library book sale
- Baby stuff - library, eating, napping
- Tweaking
- Soda that tastes like coffee - bleah
- Urbandictionary
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I realized something about myself. In the past I've expressed a wish to be a writer. I'm no writer at the moment. Clearly, I lack a natural ability. However, I think I could be a writer if I really wanted to, were I to put some work to it. Yep. I think I could learn to be a writer. Unfortunately, what I've come to know about myself is this: I don't want to write. I want to have written something. So - until I learn to live backwards in time I am shit out of luck - as they say. That is the way of it.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Soapbox is boring and the people are annoying these days so I quit.
My news tools won't work, but that's okay because I waste a bulk of time updating news that no one follows except me. Think I'll stick to BBC at 6 on PBS for a while, and maybe the news hour if I'm in the mood.
So that's two things down. Now I can focus on real stuff. Namely Jas who comes first anyway. And real people friends/books/personal site stuff which is coming along.
'stead of chasing people they can come to me and if they don't well they just don't. Peaceful yes.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Today:
- Zwoot! - Someone likes me totems
- Soda
- Baby - wrestling, sock hide, breakfast (peaches, cheese, milk), zoboomofoo, climbing - our mountain is mountainacious!, killing the telephone, talking on the phone, writing on the walls, being generally cute and cuddly, button pushing
- Amazon
- Tweaking the template - this is better, but it's not up yet, more to do
- Mail - reading
- Mooooood - declare like a cow! - utilize your cow range
- Soapbox - just bits for a minute, not liking it - chunking
- Reading - a beautiful mind
- Writing - Barbara
- UNBELIEVEABLE!!!! - can't write about it now - it's a good thing - but it sucks - too many options - must choose properly
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I dreamed I was at the Votaw's at first but somewhere in the middle it morphed into my mom's house. Megan had climbed into the fire place and a man with white legs slithered down and stabbed her. She was dead. I witnessed it and it must have stunned me because I just thought well she's dead and went off to bed. Later I hear my dad screaming - Megan! because he'd discovered her dead body in the fire place. Then it sank in with me and I ran to grab her and shake her awake. So remorseful, so sorry. I ran to call 911. Oh I get it - the fire place was my mom's. The 911 call was the Votaw's kitchen. So I call and the 911 lady doesn't believe me. I ask for an ambulance and I'm crying and hard to understand. I try to give an address (the Votaw's) but I want her to assure me the ambulance in already on the way. She won't. She asks me instead if my mommy is there. She thinks I'm pranking. Frustrating. I do everything I can to convince her this is not the case, but she just won't believe me. To get rid of me she says the ambulance is on the way, but when it gets there it isn't an ambulance. It's a yellow van with red lettering that say 'Debunkers!'. Two greasy men with guns get out of the van and walk up to my mom's door. I let them in, but I'm more uncomfortable with them than I am with the white legged man who I know is up the chimney. About this time Megan wakes up. She has a knife scar, but she's alive. I hug her and she's small. I can't tell if she's just small or if she's not grown up yet. Still needs a doctor, but these greasy men don't want to let her. In the other room my dad has a gun. He's going to shoot the man up the chimney. But then he's gone. I take his gun and I steal the guns that belong the debunkers and hide them in a drawer. Megan, my mom and I lure the men back outside and shut the door on them. Have to hurry with the bolt and it scratches the doorframe, but we manage. Then silence as we realize the three of us are alone with chimney man. I plan to shoot him, but when I go to get the guns they're stripped to a frame. I think they'll still work, but I'm not sure. - Don't know what happened because I woke up. Hope I'm not dead. That'd be a bummer.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Thursday, October 16, 2003
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I was going to remove my reviews from Amazon because I'd grown embarrassed by them, but having reread them just now I think not. If you're too stupid to take it quip casually you're just too stupid. They stay.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Here's something. I'm originally from Texas. Always been ashamed to have a Texas accent and have taken great pains to eliminate it. People think you're stupid - whatnot. But I don't live in Texas anymore, I currently reside in the Northeast and have for several years now. Did you know that people with a deep Boston accent are considered rather stupid? I did not know that. Prior to living here I just always thought it was sort of cool. Now I'm thinking - why can't we have regional accents? Do we have to all sound the same? I mean really.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I'm reading 'A Beautiful Mind' by Sylvia Nasar. This copy I checked from the library. It has a picture of Russell Crowe on the front. - It's a biography about John Nash. Russell Crowe played him in the movie and I do love looking at him, but does he really belong on the front of biography about another man? That's just wrong.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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Today:
- Soda
- Mail
- Reading
- Amazon - updates
- Remote - application
- Descriptives
- Baby man - soup, coloring the walls, monsters inc, climbing way high up to the top of the bar stool and standing up so mommy says AACK!, chase, napping, eating,
- Backups
- Reading - John Nash
- Games - research
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Post by: neoplasm |
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I dreamed I was in trouble with my husband for not researching Burlington, VT. He was mad.
Bleah.
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Post by: neoplasm |
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help?
