Everyday Adventures

[CountDeMoney]

I had the most awful nightmare last night.

Sounds like your dreams have had a sheltered life.

I've had much, much worse.  They just don't involve the cat.  That's when it gets personal.

[CountDeMoney]

I had an atrocious dream last night that I was in the Vietnam War, but we were in my old neighborhood where I grew up.  I was off in the distance and saw my unit getting overrun and captured, so I dropped the M-60 after a few bursts and hauled ass, no way I was sitting it out in a POW camp with a watch up my ass. 
So here I am, running through the old neighborhood, trying to find the lines and avoid the NVA--these were definitely NVA, I could tell from the central casting WW2 Japanese uniforms--and after diving in a neighbor's pool and holding my breath under the diving board as they ran by, I finally managed to find my old house, and tried to hide in the bathtub, where they captured me.  But I escaped again when they were chitchatting with one another, and holed up in the attic of a friend's house where Christopher Walken--it was either Christopher Walken or perhaps Christopher Lloyd, the dream was morphing at that point--told me it was safe even though I doubted him because he was Agency and working for Air America, but the neighbors were getting foreclosed upon, and the sheriff's office use of tear gas canisters were drawing the attention of the NVA, who came by and as they started rummaging through the house and I could hear them pulling down the ladder to the attic, I woke up.

Don't eat those Halloween special Candy Cakes with the coconut in them before bed.

[PDH]

It's the toasted coconut, always the coconut.

[Ed Anger]

I dreamt that I was training pre-teen girl assassins. Of course, they were all naked.

My brain is a pervert.

[Syt]

I met my coworker on the subway this morning and showed him the book I'm currently reading (see the Cloud Atlas thread for details and discussion).

Suddenly a guy from across the aisle who goes for the classic Allen Ginsberg look:



shouts over in American accent (NY-ian?) that it's an absolutely brilliant book and that he's glad I'm reading it before the fucking movie that's going to ruin it is coming out.

I told him that I'm half way through and love it so far, but he had already gone back to his own reading.

[Grey Fox]

Hey German asshole, you tell us, in this very thread, what book you are reading. Not go send us on a merry fucking chase into another thread.

Asshole.

[Syt]

Fuck you, Canuckle-Frog. There's a search function.

[The Brain]

Today I passed three feet from Joe Abercrombie.

[Jacob]

Today I passed three feet from Joe Abercrombie.

He had three feet? Is he some sort of mutant?

[The Brain]

Today I passed three feet from Joe Abercrombie.

He had three feet? Is he some sort of mutant?

It would have been impolite to ask him.

[sbr]

Today I passed three feet from Joe Abercrombie.

He had three feet? Is he some sort of mutant?

Marti's dream date?

[Eddie Teach]

Hey German asshole, you tell us, in this very thread, what book you are reading. Not go send us on a merry fucking chase into another thread.

Asshole.

I just assumed the book was named Cloud Atlas and moved on.

[sbr]

I didn't care enough to think about it at all.

[Admiral Yi]

Went to the dentist today, and the route takes me through the heart of the UI campus.

One recent fashion trend I heartily approve of is the shrink wrapped leggings ending in boots.  Longish leathery looking boots, like riding boots. 

Almost as good as a high school bikini car wash.

[Eddie Teach]

I still prefer bare legs, but I guess that's not really an option in Iowa in October.