Recursive Dreaming, fortified with Monsters

Last night, I dreamed that orcjohn and I were professional monster hunters, and we were called in to take care of a dinosaur that was ravaging the countryside. When we got there, we discovered that the dinosaur was some sort of battlemech in the shape of a tyrannosaurus rex, which meant to us one thing: salvage! We climbed up the monster, ejected a little fellow in a jumpsuit that was driving it, and took possession of the thing. We then discovered that it was like a transformer, and would compact down into a monster truck, which was really cool, so we converted it, and drove the truck to the Ritual for Business, for which our monster-hunting gig had us running late.
( It's kinder if I cut, no? )

Recursive Dreaming, fortified with Monsters

Last night, I dreamed that orcjohn and I were professional monster hunters, and we were called in to take care of a dinosaur that was ravaging the countryside. When we got there, we discovered that the dinosaur was some sort of battlemech in the shape of a tyrannosaurus rex, which meant to us one thing: salvage! We climbed up the monster, ejected a little fellow in a jumpsuit that was driving it, and took possession of the thing. We then discovered that it was like a transformer, and would compact down into a monster truck, which was really cool, so we converted it, and drove the truck to the Ritual for Business, for which our monster-hunting gig had us running late.
( It's kinder if I cut, no? )

How we got the way we are, episode 17

John Corbett was in the news today -- apparently he's released a country album. Of course, this is not a thing that holds any sort of interest for me at all, and yet, I had to read the article. You see, once upon a time, John Corbett played a character called Chris Stevens, on a show called Northern Exposure. I was 12 or 13 at the time the show first aired, and Chris Stevens was the first man I ever loved.

I'm serious, now, or at least I think I am. And, in my world, that's like the same thing. Chris Stevens was the DJ of the Cicely radio station, KBHR (like K-Bear). He was an artist and a philosopher. He built trebuchets and also served as the town priest (Church of Truth and Beauty).

He was also a hell of a talker. In one episode, he was put on trial, having skipped bail in West Virginia, or some similarly awful place, in his youth. His attorney is talking to him about giving testimony, and he says to Chris, "Do you ever know what's going to fall out of your mouth next?" And Chris says something like, "No, not really -- I just let it go where it wants to." (Are we picking up the thread of where I'm going, here?)

In this same episode, Chris finally gets to take the stand in his own defense, and is asked to tell the whole truth. So he says, "I can't swear to tell the whole truth. I mean, when push comes to shove, I'd just as soon not go to jail, you know. I don't think I can keep that from influencing my testimony, if only at the subconscious level. You see, Mike and I, we've been over what I'm supposed to say and I got to tell you, it's pretty persuasive stuff. But is it the whole truth? It's a slice of truth, a morsel, a refraction. It's a piece of the pie, certainly not the whole enchilada, and now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I could tell the whole truth about anything. That's a pretty heavy burden, because we all just see the world through this little, distorted piece of Coke bottle. Is there such a thing as objective truth? I wonder. Don't you?"

Anyway, my question is, am I the way I am now because when I was younger, I was in love with Chris in the Morning? Or was I in love with Chris in the Morning because I was in the process of becoming the way I am now? Hard to say. But what I'm sure of is that I wish I still had my KBHR coffee cup. Generally, I'm of the opinion that stuff comes and stuff goes, and it doesn't make a lot of difference, but I was really attached to that thing.

(Also, thanks to crazy fan people who put *everything in the world* on the internet, for providing me with the long quote above.)

How we got the way we are, episode 17

John Corbett was in the news today -- apparently he's released a country album. Of course, this is not a thing that holds any sort of interest for me at all, and yet, I had to read the article. You see, once upon a time, John Corbett played a character called Chris Stevens, on a show called Northern Exposure. I was 12 or 13 at the time the show first aired, and Chris Stevens was the first man I ever loved.

I'm serious, now, or at least I think I am. And, in my world, that's like the same thing. Chris Stevens was the DJ of the Cicely radio station, KBHR (like K-Bear). He was an artist and a philosopher. He built trebuchets and also served as the town priest (Church of Truth and Beauty).

He was also a hell of a talker. In one episode, he was put on trial, having skipped bail in West Virginia, or some similarly awful place, in his youth. His attorney is talking to him about giving testimony, and he says to Chris, "Do you ever know what's going to fall out of your mouth next?" And Chris says something like, "No, not really -- I just let it go where it wants to." (Are we picking up the thread of where I'm going, here?)

In this same episode, Chris finally gets to take the stand in his own defense, and is asked to tell the whole truth. So he says, "I can't swear to tell the whole truth. I mean, when push comes to shove, I'd just as soon not go to jail, you know. I don't think I can keep that from influencing my testimony, if only at the subconscious level. You see, Mike and I, we've been over what I'm supposed to say and I got to tell you, it's pretty persuasive stuff. But is it the whole truth? It's a slice of truth, a morsel, a refraction. It's a piece of the pie, certainly not the whole enchilada, and now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I could tell the whole truth about anything. That's a pretty heavy burden, because we all just see the world through this little, distorted piece of Coke bottle. Is there such a thing as objective truth? I wonder. Don't you?"

Anyway, my question is, am I the way I am now because when I was younger, I was in love with Chris in the Morning? Or was I in love with Chris in the Morning because I was in the process of becoming the way I am now? Hard to say. But what I'm sure of is that I wish I still had my KBHR coffee cup. Generally, I'm of the opinion that stuff comes and stuff goes, and it doesn't make a lot of difference, but I was really attached to that thing.

(Also, thanks to crazy fan people who put *everything in the world* on the internet, for providing me with the long quote above.)