Dreamy dream dream…
Last night I had some interesting dreams. I won’t bore you with all the details, but I will say this:
– I dreamt that at the swimming pool they had switched the men’s and women’s change rooms, so I walked into the women’s but nobody seemed to notice or care. I couldn’t find the locker with my clothes, and buddy that’s a bit too close to high school dreams for me.
– I dreamt a song which I could remember when I woke up, but I didn’t think it was interesting enough to record. In the dream it was too reminiscent of a Bjork song (which in real life I’m sure did not exist). I don’t remember the song now.
– I was wearing earplugs for a while this morning while I slept, and in my dream I had kernels of cooked corn in my ears.
Frisky Frolics
On Tuesday, after swimming, Anghold and I went to the Safeway. Earlier that day we had been talking about how sometimes I stop listening when Ang is talking. Now of course, I cannot deny that that happens – it happens with everybody who talks to me, as my mind is prone to wander – but my contention is that sometimes I just seem to be not listening, when in fact I am. That is neither here nor there for the purposes of this story, however. While shopping in the Safeway, Ang asked me if I had my Safeway Club Card, to which I responded affirmative. Then, as we went through the checkout, Ang was giving the clerk a bunch of phone numbers that weren’t working, and I was confused as to why. So I leaned over and quietly asked “why are you giving her phone numbers?”
“Because I don’t have my Safeway Club Card with me.” Ang said.
“I have mine right here. I told you that. Weren’t you listening?” I said.
“Well I guess I wasn’t.”
“Oh! Well now! How the tables have turned!”
…and it went on from there, so much so that the checkout lady said that we were having a “lover’s quarrel.” I shot here a glance as if to say “can you believe this bitch?” We kept up the ruse for our own amusement, and after we left the shop we had a good chuckle. I think we made everyone in line behind us feel uncomfortable with our public squabble. It was hilarious. Ang says that happens all the time with her brother, Chrishold.
Yule Be Sorry
Chris Woods, artist extraordinaire, asked me what I wanted for Christmas. First mistake, big boy. I should track down that list from my birthday. In fact I think I’ll put a link to it on the column on the left. Awwww yeah. Whoever said giving was better than receiving? Actually – the best present would be if you went into your local gaming store and bought/ordered a copy of Spaceship Zero the RPG. Failing that – I hope everyone will take note of this: I have too much crap! If it’s not useful, it’s just going to go into the closet or get sold on ebay. I’m making it my mission to give gifts this year that are INDISPENSIBLE.