Elections

The only part of my disjointed dream that I remember is holding onto my old iguana, Melvyn. There was some sort of grate with an opening in it. I put Melvyn into it and he almost fell into the lava in there. Thankfully he didn't because he was running for Prime Minister.

Ba-Dum Pssshhhh

I can't remember much except I was playing drums with BBG on the Union Terrace. Neither of us were particularly good although I was much worse than she was. I couldn't keep a beat and had no idea how to play any songs. The crowd seemed disinterested.

Another part I was trying to find my dorm room. The halls were narrow and the doors were tall.

Another part I had to go to church. I saw Shaun there and he didn't have to go even though he was the pastor's son. I was pissed about that.

A Poem....

.... from Langston Hughes:

In times of stormy weather
She felt queer pain
"you'll find rain better
than shelter from the rain."

Days filled with fiery sunshine
Strange hurt she knew
That made
Her seek the burning sunlight
Rather than the shade.

In months of snowy winter
When cozy houses hold,
She'd break down doors
To wander naked
In the cold.

Life As It Has Been

Firing up the hippocampus reports that not too much has happened in the last week.

Yesterday morning was interesting. My roommate felt pain in his spine before fainting and hitting his head on the ground. Thankfully his girlfriend was there to help. She woke me up and I called an ambulance. The EMT's didn't think anything threatening was wrong, but when his head still didn't stop bleeding three hours later, we went to the ER. Usually I hate the ER, but he got right in. In the end he received five staples in the head and as of now has a bad headache, but all will be well with time.

My rugby board met last night to discuss the future of the team. We decided that we're going to stress being a WRC farm team at the DIII level since we can't survive as just a predominantly gay team. It'll still be part of the team, just not the only thing.

The only other thing of note is there's nothing really of note. I guess Shari and Michael coming does count as something of note. And I did catch the Fonz statue in Milwaukee on Saturday. Ok, there's enough going on, I just don't have words for it I guess.

So be it.

Pioneers

We come by it honestly as you can see from an early pioneer:

Pinneo came to Madison in 1837 and built a hut on the outskirts of town (where Tenney Park is now) where he cut shingles. He worked hard when sober, something that occurred "only when every artifice and cunning had failed to provide the means of getting drunk."

Once he'd been paid in cash, "there was no more work in Pinneo, who would by a more direct route reach town in time to get glorious' long before the purchaser made his appearance with the shingles. After he had endured a week's drunk, his red face and bare breast shone in the sun with a peculiar brilliancy."

Pinneo slept outdoors and went barefoot for years. "His feet looked in shape and color like mud turtles," an acquaintance wrote, "and his toes resembled so many little turtle heads half drawn in." He had a laugh and a joke for everyone, especially when tipsy.

Like many alcoholics, Pinneo ultimately met a tragic end. He soon wandered away from Madison and died in a miner's cabin when his clothes caught fire during a drunken binge.

Ah, Wisconsin!

A Jumbled Mess

I'll try to remember this one coherently but I promise nothing.

One part I was in my neighbor's basement. Tom was there, but I'm not sure who the others were. Tom had a hug bag of heroin. He threw it to me and it busted open. I licked off the powder from my index finger and Tom said to be careful because it isn't cut. I went outside and someone came up to me and asked if I spoke French. I said in French that I didn't. Then I was surrounded by the people he was helping. A couple spoke Turkish and a couple spoke French. Maybe some spoke German. I tried to help them, but then yelled "QUIET!" I believe I yelled that in reality, too.

Then I was in some Death Star kind of place. I know I was killing storm troopers and going in and out of elevators. The center of the place was open, so I was hanging on to keep from falling. Then Trapjaw was there and turned on the storm troppers because he was in love with some girl on my side. I guess she gave him a new set of teeth.

Then part of if was where I was putting on plays. Shari found it funny that I made Tara sing "Dancing Queen". Brendon gave me a bag with half a bagel and cream cheese. Then I was watching Shari's play in some big Orpheum-like auditorium. Then somehow I was dead, but a seat was always saved for me. So I showed up, but everyone said it was saved for a dead guy. Then I showed them my library card and said that I was that dead guy. Then for some reason the whole deal moved to the new Yankee Stadium. I was happy that I could watch a ton of baseball each year, but still wore my Brewer's shirt. Then the Brewers were playing the Yankees in the World Series and some of us stood up and cheered.

The Brighter Side of Craigslist

Sometimes people do more than bitch on Craigslist:

To the man and woman that stopped to help me with the elderly gentleman that was trying to support himself on the sign post by Library Mall-- thank you very much for stopping; I'm sorry I had to leave once the policeman got there. A long shot, but do you happen to know if he's okay?

Thanks again for being so generous with your time and concern.

Kill 'em All!

So last night's dream centered on playing an RPG, except I was in it. I was walking through all these caves to get to my spot. Shaun said something about how someone played, but all he did was clear 40 acres to farm. Part of it had a cluster of computers and big laser. I was also running from something through a bar/cafe.

Whatever all of this means.

Down With The Man

Last night or very early this morning, I defeated a conspiracy! I was in East Towne (circa 1982, yet I was my current age) and was in some toy store. I was interested in the Legos. It turns out that some shadowy figure was using toys and electronics to control the world. Somehow I discovered this and was pursued throughout the mall. I don't remember too much, but I defeated some stupid robot thing, and then was rearranging a living room theater set up in one of the department stores. I kept wanting to move the speakers around, but I couldn't hide all of the wires.

It ended with me floating in the universe thinking about the billions of galaxies.



I woke up at about 4 am with my cat head butting my hand and purring.

Old Dreams

Here's some sentences from my dreams:

Also, I found a big pot hole on my dream Madison square that was filled with vomit and feces.

This girl and I would wade out a ways, then roll together in when a big wave came in. We kept doing that over and over.

Finally, she noticed that there was no body in the bathtub and the alligator was missing. She was pissed.

We used our spears to kill them, then I though "hmmm... didn't Romans have short swords for close combat?" Poof, I had a short sword, making the carnage easier to propagate.

I was waiving and yelling "Thanks Duke Boys!"

A woman about my age turned around and asked where she could get fish, it being Fat Tuesday and all.

My father (Fred) asked who the hell he was and my mother said “Oh, he (Johnny Rotten) was our waiter at Denny's last week!”

Then Germans behind the counter in the unfinished basement threw red bottles of ketchup (the old, restaurant type that showed no brand) over at us in means of surrender.

My eight grade algebra teacher called on me to be a wolf or something and I didn't like it.

On a stranger note, Allison Hannigan was dancing and singing about how she liked ice cream with a crew of dancing six foot poodles.

Freud would have a field day.

Enter Sandman

Last night's was one where some of us were hanging around including the members of Metalica. Willingly, we turned ourselves into animals like bears, sheep, and turkeys. There was a lot more to this, but I fell back asleep and forgot most of it.

Cooped Up

This is the first time in a while that I've felt cooped up and confined. I'm not anxious or mad, just restless. Last night I had to dig into my old supplies just to get to sleep.

At least I have nothing schedule tonight; just stuff that I can do by my lonesome.

Stalking Myself

I'm sure everyone who knows how to type has stalked someone online. I'm as guilty as the next guy with a restraining order, but now I take on a new endeavour: stalking myself! Is the ether filled with terrible rumors or just cold hard facts? Am I tied to anyone scandalous, either good or bad? Can my dark past be had a few taps of the keyboard? Here's what I found with my full name:

1. I signed up for a Hoofer's bike ride. It rained and two of the people who signed up have a public Facebook profiles... hmmmm....

2. I took a lot of rugby photos in May.

3. I replied to an article in the Metro Times. Apparently, I don't like George W. Bush and had premonitions that a war was brewing.... Score! An email address yields nothing, until I remove the domain. I find...

4. That I play rugby, or at least converse with the team. Can I find out more by searching the others on this page? Time does not allow.

5. Score! I found a picture of our stalked prey by checking this page, then, typing my last name into the search function, found a picture. Very grumpy... and it's an LGBT magazine.....

6. I'm 34 and listed as living in Madison.

We're not yet done, as I now use the shorter part of my first name:

7. He works at Capitol Mechanical, and HVAC company. The company website turns up little, except a company email address that yields nothing. No time to check on the coworkers.

8. He's a terrible bowler. Evidently his company belong(s)(ed) to some national association.

9. A Facebook search turns up a profile, but unless you're in the Madison or Macalester networks, no information is forthcoming.

Well, I've managed to escape a cluster bomb on the internet, at least to novice searchers. I think one reader may be able to find more....

Time To Vote

I want to promote Brendon Etter for Mayor! Considering that the last people to comment on my blog were Brendon and Michael Kirby, creator of "Brendon Etter For Mayor" on Facebook, I'm sure my endorsement will ring far and wide.

This Last Weekend

So the weekend was fun and mostly relaxing. I caught dinner with my parents on Friday night and then caught up with Tim. We went to a friend of his place she's house sitting. After a nice dose of bug spray, I was all comfortable. We played a celebrity charades game and I nailed both "Warwick Davis" and "Wicket the Ewok". I thought about jumping on the trampoline, but remembered that I'm not the most graceful person.

On Saturday, I managed to clean the entire ground floor,including moving furniture around to sweep and mop. This gave me some time to hang out with my vinyl. I've found that "The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society" is even more amazing when in analog! The rest of Saturday yielded a lunch at Red Robin and, um, passing out in the living room chair, waking up at 2 am.

On Sunday, Tim and I started research on making our balls pretty. We searched some sites and found some good deals on custom rugby balls. Then we drank a pitcher and ate some food at Glass Nickel. Turns out we both hate the Baby Boomers! The rest of Sunday was sitting on my ass.

I had some bad premonitions this morning when I dumped my chai all over the place, but it's been pretty low key. Such is life.