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completely unrelated but,
Mar. 14th, 2002 05:27 pm(firstoff i added all kindsa folks to my friends list. i don't know anybody, i jes wanted to look at a lot of random posts. especially cool pictures. me like picture. bored i guess, anybody that looked interesting from my current friends list's friends got added in some spasmatic burst. sorry if anyone doesn't want the attention, drop me a message and i'll remove you.) livejournal needs a "friends of friends" function. (I know, the resulting page would be huge, like that fable about the emperor and the jewels on the chessboard.. you know, man saves emperor's life, emperor asks man about reward, the man wants a jewel on the first square of a chessboard, then two on the second, four on the third, and so on, doubling until the last square, the emperor agrees, and thus his treasury is emptied, so the emperor cuts the dude's head off. (there's gratitude for you.)) but still, it would save me time)
completely unrelated but
a friend at school told me that she has these recurring nightmares, where she reads or hears about a horrible catastrophe. in the latest dream it was a bout of poisoned blutworst, insidiously killing countless german descended folks across the country. in these dreams everyone is extremely angry at the perpitrator, who is an evil person that wants to kill everyone. and then she discovers that she, completely by accident, but somehow on purpose has caused the outbreak. she's left struggling with the question... do i turn myself in, and somehow try to lessen this, or do i slink away? hen, when she sleeps, in her dreams of dreams, she is haunted by pale beige floating saausages, covered in grease, floating an inch or so in front of her face. (ewwwwww.) her dream ends, always, with her questioning some hitchcocky policeman who seems to know everything, and nothing... in that colombo sort of way, in order to find out what they know, so she can make her decision easier.... creepy. i'm scared to have dreams now, because i don't want a dream like that... especially the sausages. maybe she has infected me somehow, with strange kafka-esque dreams? maybe she will infect everyone, and we will all go mad? and it will be all her fault.
completely unrelated but
at work i have this little leather case with a strap all full of cable adaptors that i haul around. everywhere i go has a different setup, and i have to mickey-mouse all these connections to make stuff work. so i checked out all kinds of adaptors and i hual them around now. i got mini to quarer inch, quarter inch to xlr, rca to mini, stereo to mono rca y connectors, barrels, all kindsa fun stuff in there. but the bag is like one of mystery's old purses. it was just the right size, and it is real leather with a silver lizard snap. it's all hand stiched and really nice. and i thought, why buy another little bag? we have lots of these about, and fanny packs are oh-so-lame. this is made really well, and the leather is soft, like old leather workgloves. so anyhow, the other day i had a job, and i had to haul all this stuff about (camera, tripod, etc) so i also hauled the little leather purse, since it would be too much to haul my backpack and other et cetera about. i got this whole modular thing going, see...? printmaking stuff in one bag, work stuff in another, music in another, books in another, all compartmentalized. i can park the whole mess someplace secure, and then grab just the module i need for the next hour or so.
anyhow, was i saying something? oh yeah. after the job i drop off the equipment at my workplace, and i'm left walking through campus with just this little leather purse with a nifty lizard snap. for some reason i felt so very self-conscious. it seemed like everyone was staring at my purse. like "what's that scruffy guy doing with that purse? did he steal it, or is he hauling around his lipstick, or what?" i could just see them picturing me mugging some coed and stalking off with her purse, her bleeding and dazed in the long ferns behind the bus stop. it really bothered me. i wanted to stop and show them all the cables in there. See how manly i am, with all these guy things in my purse?
later it struck me as really insecure. appearance is usually the last thing on my mind, and why should i care what people think? the only person who truly appreciates me is mystery, and she saw right through all my scruffy camoflauge. but sometimes i feel so insecure.
completely unrelated but
i'm so unfocused. i am at school and i should be working, but i can't concentrate. i'm so tired. maybe i'll just go home? i miss my wife.
completely unrelated but
a friend at school told me that she has these recurring nightmares, where she reads or hears about a horrible catastrophe. in the latest dream it was a bout of poisoned blutworst, insidiously killing countless german descended folks across the country. in these dreams everyone is extremely angry at the perpitrator, who is an evil person that wants to kill everyone. and then she discovers that she, completely by accident, but somehow on purpose has caused the outbreak. she's left struggling with the question... do i turn myself in, and somehow try to lessen this, or do i slink away? hen, when she sleeps, in her dreams of dreams, she is haunted by pale beige floating saausages, covered in grease, floating an inch or so in front of her face. (ewwwwww.) her dream ends, always, with her questioning some hitchcocky policeman who seems to know everything, and nothing... in that colombo sort of way, in order to find out what they know, so she can make her decision easier.... creepy. i'm scared to have dreams now, because i don't want a dream like that... especially the sausages. maybe she has infected me somehow, with strange kafka-esque dreams? maybe she will infect everyone, and we will all go mad? and it will be all her fault.
completely unrelated but
at work i have this little leather case with a strap all full of cable adaptors that i haul around. everywhere i go has a different setup, and i have to mickey-mouse all these connections to make stuff work. so i checked out all kinds of adaptors and i hual them around now. i got mini to quarer inch, quarter inch to xlr, rca to mini, stereo to mono rca y connectors, barrels, all kindsa fun stuff in there. but the bag is like one of mystery's old purses. it was just the right size, and it is real leather with a silver lizard snap. it's all hand stiched and really nice. and i thought, why buy another little bag? we have lots of these about, and fanny packs are oh-so-lame. this is made really well, and the leather is soft, like old leather workgloves. so anyhow, the other day i had a job, and i had to haul all this stuff about (camera, tripod, etc) so i also hauled the little leather purse, since it would be too much to haul my backpack and other et cetera about. i got this whole modular thing going, see...? printmaking stuff in one bag, work stuff in another, music in another, books in another, all compartmentalized. i can park the whole mess someplace secure, and then grab just the module i need for the next hour or so.
anyhow, was i saying something? oh yeah. after the job i drop off the equipment at my workplace, and i'm left walking through campus with just this little leather purse with a nifty lizard snap. for some reason i felt so very self-conscious. it seemed like everyone was staring at my purse. like "what's that scruffy guy doing with that purse? did he steal it, or is he hauling around his lipstick, or what?" i could just see them picturing me mugging some coed and stalking off with her purse, her bleeding and dazed in the long ferns behind the bus stop. it really bothered me. i wanted to stop and show them all the cables in there. See how manly i am, with all these guy things in my purse?
later it struck me as really insecure. appearance is usually the last thing on my mind, and why should i care what people think? the only person who truly appreciates me is mystery, and she saw right through all my scruffy camoflauge. but sometimes i feel so insecure.
completely unrelated but
i'm so unfocused. i am at school and i should be working, but i can't concentrate. i'm so tired. maybe i'll just go home? i miss my wife.
