Dream Suddenly remembered a dream I'd had either this morning or earlier in the week. Need to commit it to paper:
Was walking around an area which was both San Diego and London. It was cold, but warming, early Spring. Walked past Mick Jagger, (and someone else earlier -- Tom Jones? Don't remember) and continued onto a bridge. Ended up talking about Jagger; Jagger proceeds to walk along beside us (don't remember who I was with) and interjects into the conversation. I am surprised. I end up asking him about his appearance in the "All You Need Is Love" video, wake up before he can respond.
2. I had a good time too. Thanks for coming to see me!
3. :-)
4. Great! Sorry about that.
5. Happy zombie jesus day!
6. ...oh I think we both know the answer to that! :-D
7. Hahahaha! Ya perv.
(Curses, thwarted.)
8. Really?! Hmmm...
9. I knew all along! J/k.
10. I'm at a bar with some friends. You?
11. Go do your home work little man! haha I'm so stoned!
12. Sooo much fun.
13. I saw! I wanna buy!
14. Holy shit! Really? You'll love it!
15. Haha! Have you watched the DVD yet?
16. Yeah, I'll be at my internship and then going out for my mom's bday.
17. Aww, I really want to!!
18. Thanks for taking a look at it for me! I totally forgot to text you to let you know. Lol! ----------------------- 19. Sorry, I was asleep when you sent the messages last night.
20. I'm drunk!
21. I was just joking. Are you mad?
22. Yeah, I'm good.
23. Cus you weren't texting me back.
24. Oh weird...I don't remember any of yoru texts. Haha
25. Shows you what alcohol does to me. :-D
26. ....uhmmmm. :-)
27. Oh okay. Haha!
28. Photos are up.
29. Hrm, I think your dream's trying to tell you something...
30. You a fan of Spike Lee? --------------------------- (How's your homework going?)
I love this song, so very much. I was trying to think of it for the longest time. KBCO played it during their big A to Z thing, so I was able to retain some lyrics long enough to do a google for it.
Because I said I would. 1. Tell you why I friended you. 2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word etc. 3. Tell you something I like about you. 4. Tell you a memory I have of you. 5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. 6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours. 7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.
Start Wearing Purple Death is a funny thing in comics.
The problem with death, in the Marvel and DC universes, is that it almost never sticks. The old joke goes, "the only two characters in Marvel to stay dead are Bucky [Captain America's homesexual/pedophilic sidekick answer to Robin] and Uncle Ben [Spider-Man's uncle]." Though it should be noted that Bucky appears to be alive again.
Death is cheap in the super hero universes. It has little impact on any experienced reader. And that bugs the fuck out of me.
Bonus Internet Trivia answer and things I found at the Virgin Megastore. Q: Before it was named after the proverbial founder, this US capital city was named 'Waterloo.'
A: Austin, Texas.
So, I was at Virgin today and I saw two interesting things, one of which infuriated me.
1. A four-disc soundtrack to the Lord of the Rings movies has been released, and it has additional material not available on the other incarnations of the soundtrack. It retails for (hachi machi) $74.98. I WILL HAVE IT. ...just not for a long, long time.
2. A Wii game based on the movie Arctic Tale. I find this bizarre. I never would have thought of making a game based on a semi-documentary. What other games could they make now? ...actually, a Spinal Tap edition of Rock Band or Guitar Hero would be bitchin'. Or maybe they could make Devil's Playground the game. It could be in the same vein as Grand Theft Auto, but with Amish kids instead of gangsters. Or even better, a DS version of "Super-Size Me" where you use the touch screen to cram Mickey D's food into the abused gullet of Morgan Spurlock.
...I really want to see these games made. Is that sick?
I want to write more often. And in a literary way. I dislike making posts for the sole reason of clearing emotional detritus. This isn't to say that isn't valuable, I feel better after having bitched about my bad mood already.
However, I feel like I should be trying to make everything I write, regarldess of content, somewhat artistic. But many times this journal feels entirely unwieldly for anything above "OMG, EMOEMOEMO."
Maybe it's purely contextual. Like, since I use this for the purpose of blowing off steam and "safe" bitching, it's the only thing I feel like writing when I sit down. So to break that conditioning, I should write things which are unrelated to the typical LJ angst.
An actual post, sort of. Because I felt like writing.
I'm writing from Kansas City, on the road to thrice-damned North Carolina. As you'll recall from previous journal entries, my grandfather died. We're going to settle his estate before my school starts up again.
I feel pretty numb, overall. I didn't let myself grieve during the semester, for fear of grades. Grades didn't suffer, but I can't quite believe he's dead. I keep using tenses which imply he's still alive. Like a phantom limb, I feel like he's still there, and it's very disconcerting to realize that he'll never be there again. Almost as much a relief as a horror. I feel terrible saying that, but it's true.
So, now that that's out of the way: I have realized I will not be doing anything on Christmas. This makes me slightly sad, but makes me think me and Mom could do something fun. Maybe go out and have a mini movie festival or something. We'll see.
Tonight was awesome! Jen had an early Christmas party, and there was singing, and eating, and gift-giving (I got a haul, man), and it was lovelyness incarnate.
That's about all for now. Going to play WoW and pass out.
Everything you hear on the internet is true. Heather is not on the internet. Nothing she says is true.
Everything I say is true. Because everything I say is on the internet. My voice carries through to all wireless routers and broadcasts over the intarwebz.
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