Oct. 12th, 2006

featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Apparently, I spent too much time yesterday thinking about [livejournal.com profile] 8elements' alternate lives. I dreamt last night a vast mishmash of possible me... Blech. The important part was that recurring throughout all the lives was a dragon-shaped hole. Everybody acted like it was a dragon, but it was always visually represented by the arrangement of other objects around it, so that they would outline a dragon. The dragon itself was never seen, just a dragon-shaped space where other things weren't. In one part of the dream, we took it to the movies, and the movie was about a dragon, but it wasn't a dragon, just a dragon-shaped space. And so on. Also, at one point, it rained caterpillars, which I cannot abide. Caterpillars are the world's tumorous outgrowths and they make me ill.

All of this, as horrible as it was, was not enough to wake me. What woke me was a sequence in which I was trying to plan the Winter Bazaar, and [livejournal.com profile] crimson_owl was on the phone asking me to explain to him every detail of everything that was going to happen at the event.

The Winter Bazaar is eating my soul. I think it will be someone else's job next year. Had I been bright enough to build a best practices book last year, it would have been someone else's job *this* year, but I was lazy. Not so this time -- who inherits the job from me will also inherit a wiki on the damned thing. Surely that will absolve me of the guilt of handing someone else the job, right?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (dream a little dream)
Apparently, I spent too much time yesterday thinking about [livejournal.com profile] 8elements' alternate lives. I dreamt last night a vast mishmash of possible me... Blech. The important part was that recurring throughout all the lives was a dragon-shaped hole. Everybody acted like it was a dragon, but it was always visually represented by the arrangement of other objects around it, so that they would outline a dragon. The dragon itself was never seen, just a dragon-shaped space where other things weren't. In one part of the dream, we took it to the movies, and the movie was about a dragon, but it wasn't a dragon, just a dragon-shaped space. And so on. Also, at one point, it rained caterpillars, which I cannot abide. Caterpillars are the world's tumorous outgrowths and they make me ill.

All of this, as horrible as it was, was not enough to wake me. What woke me was a sequence in which I was trying to plan the Winter Bazaar, and [livejournal.com profile] crimson_owl was on the phone asking me to explain to him every detail of everything that was going to happen at the event.

The Winter Bazaar is eating my soul. I think it will be someone else's job next year. Had I been bright enough to build a best practices book last year, it would have been someone else's job *this* year, but I was lazy. Not so this time -- who inherits the job from me will also inherit a wiki on the damned thing. Surely that will absolve me of the guilt of handing someone else the job, right?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Step One: Move out Roommate
Step Two: Get rid of junk in basement
Step Three: Fix wall, paint
Step Four: Tear out remaining basement carpet
Step Five: Replace carpet
Step Six: Obtain couch
Step Seven: Watch movies in our own home, like we live there, or something!
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (change)
Step One: Move out Roommate
Step Two: Get rid of junk in basement
Step Three: Fix wall, paint
Step Four: Tear out remaining basement carpet
Step Five: Replace carpet
Step Six: Obtain couch
Step Seven: Watch movies in our own home, like we live there, or something!
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Submitted for your approval: Today, I sauntered back to the microwave to cook my packaged lunch-food-substitute, a rice noodle bowl, and found that the damned rice noodle bowl was moldy. I mean, rice noodles. How mold could grow on dry rice noodles, I do not understand. There's barely enough nutrient value to count them as food, and they're, you know, dry. So I blinked, hoping that would change the picture quality, went "Ew." and pitched the bowl.

I then headed back to my office to grab my wallet and go down the road for some fresher food, and lo, discovered I had left my wallet at home. Doom. So I called [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, who came over with a Wendy's chicken sandwich for me. That is love, I tell you. Who else would take time out of their busy day to feed me when I am stupid?

Also, apparently, it's Aleister Crowley's birthday today. It also happens to be my stepdad's birthday. I guess Crowley sucked all the juju out of the date. On the other hand, I'm sending my dad a copy of Super Troopers for his birthday, whereas Uncle Al gets nothing but good will. That's what you get for being dead, Uncle Al, and beyond the reciept of stupid comedy films.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Uncle Al)
Submitted for your approval: Today, I sauntered back to the microwave to cook my packaged lunch-food-substitute, a rice noodle bowl, and found that the damned rice noodle bowl was moldy. I mean, rice noodles. How mold could grow on dry rice noodles, I do not understand. There's barely enough nutrient value to count them as food, and they're, you know, dry. So I blinked, hoping that would change the picture quality, went "Ew." and pitched the bowl.

I then headed back to my office to grab my wallet and go down the road for some fresher food, and lo, discovered I had left my wallet at home. Doom. So I called [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, who came over with a Wendy's chicken sandwich for me. That is love, I tell you. Who else would take time out of their busy day to feed me when I am stupid?

Also, apparently, it's Aleister Crowley's birthday today. It also happens to be my stepdad's birthday. I guess Crowley sucked all the juju out of the date. On the other hand, I'm sending my dad a copy of Super Troopers for his birthday, whereas Uncle Al gets nothing but good will. That's what you get for being dead, Uncle Al, and beyond the reciept of stupid comedy films.

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