Lucid nightmares

I've been having some pretty wild dreams lately. A co-worker of mine is on the patch, quitting smoking. He tells me that thing will cause some pretty vivid, highly realistic dreams. Well I'm not on the patch. I'm not quitting anything, and I'm not on anything else.

I just wish I was having the cool kind of dream where you know you're dreaming, so you can give yourself superpowers, blow up planets, or time travel. Nooooooooo, I get the dreams of either impending doom and destruction, or the actual chaos, doom, and destruction.

There certainly isn't anything wrong with me, that I know. I've been having dreams like that on and off for the last 12 years. I just wish the ratio was a little more in my favor.

I cannot predict the future.

But I can guess pretty close.

http://gizmodo.com/5439955/rumor-apple-tablet-ships-in-march-for-1000

Thinking back to last year...
http://onlyabriefmoment.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-netbook.html

My question to everyone: does this mean I now have to buy one?

Helloooo 2010

and good riddance 2009.

The Empire Strikes Back:

The rebels lose the base at Hoth.
Han is betrayed and locked in carbonite.
-then he's shipped off to Jabba.
Luke discovers that Vader is his father.
-his dad cuts off his hand.

Luke trains to be a jedi under Yoda.

The whole movie is really unbalanced. One bad thing after another, all smashed around one good thing, and capped off at the end with a smattering of hope. (It's still a darn good movie)

For me, in 2009 the Empire struck back. Without going into too much detail, I find that it's an apt metaphor. I lost a lot, made a lot of stupid mistakes, made some startling (and somewhat upsetting) discoveries, and generally had a really bad show of it.

I did, however, begin learning how to tap into a higher power from the shortest person I know.

I think we all know how the next movie ends.

Riddle me this

The Great Wall of China was built to keep out foreigners. Now, it attracts millions of foreigners every year. When the Chinese do irony, they do it hardcore.

Some odd precipitate.

It's been a really warm fall. Only now is it snowing. I'm ok with this, as it means there isn't already a foot of snow on the ground. All those fake plastic snowmen people put on their lawns are now indiscernible mounds under the real thing. I look out the window as I type this noticing that it's only getting worse and worse. A slight chuckle as I consider those that have to travel through this.

Then I remember I'm looking through the 4th floor window of the Lockwood library... and I'm walking home.

Karmic schadenfreude.

Bruce and the extra cheese

Bruce Springsteen played Buffalo last night. The show ended at midnight, not because I knew the schedule, but that's when the phones lit up, preceding the flow of burnouts and cougars. While the smell wasn't as strong, more than a few were high as a kite.

I've never seen so many 45 year olds ordering so much pizza in my life.

The archivist

I've been corresponding lately with individuals I've known for a long time. Ten years, to be precise. What this person might not know, is that ten years ago I kept a journal. A very detailed, complete journal. I recorded... everything. I can tell you the day it all started, the day it escalated, and the day it all fell apart.

But then again, dates were really my thing. You know who you are. Take that thought with you. :p