Perfect Use

If you bike in Madison and head east on the Capitol Bike Path, you've past the old Garver Mill plant. I find the urban splunking movement interesting and love looking at the pictures of the old, crumbling buildings. Madison just doesn't have many. The Garver site is the exception. There has been talk for years on what to do with it and a new proposal looks perfect. It's adjacent to Olbrich Gardens and near the Williamson neighborhood, which already has artistic bent. The picture in the article just doesn't do it justice. It's a pretty cool building, to say the least.

In other news, I got an African Fat-Tailed gecko for Christmas. She's quite beautiful and named Leopold. I already had the name picked out and she *may* be male, but odds are she's a she. She looks like this:



She really doesn't like to be held, so I leave her alone to veg out. Funny thing is, last Friday I was out for Nathan Moore's (WORT News Director) good-bye part and was talking to his wife. She said she had a bearded dragon she was giving up to a good home and hadn't yet found one. Well, now I have a bearded dragon named Louie. He's very, very mellow and very social. I watch shows with him sleeping on my chest. Here's what he looks like:



So I must say I'm quite happy with the additions.

Jon Stewart Speaks the Truth

I just renewed my iTunes multi-pass today. From this article:

Stewart routinely challenges his interviewees. When Anderson Cooper told him CNN has a "sense of mission," Stewart asked, "When's it gonna show on air?" His tenacity in holding on to the truth as his interviewees try to spin it showed clearly when he debated marriage with Bill Bennett:

JS: Why not encourage gay people to join in that family arrangement if that is what provides stability to a society?

BB: Well, I think...gay people are already members of families. They're sons and they're daughters.

JS: So that's where the buck stops? That's the gay ceiling.

BB: Look, it's a debate about whether you think marriage is between a man and a woman.

JS: I disagree. I think it's a debate about whether you think gay people are part of the human condition or just a random fetish.

What Am I Running From

So last night I had a dream that I was married (to a dream wife, no one real) and was running from her along with my friends and family. I pretended to be fast asleep, ran through a big building, out into the street, and found my car. Before getting into it, my dream shifted. I did try calling Steve to see if I could crash at his place, but he was in some place that he normally wouldn't go. I can't remember where.

What's up with this dream?

Failed, Again

Since I was turning and tossing (not tossing) all last night, things are a little fuzzy, but here it is.

One part was being in some event that must have been influenced by Lebowski fest, I was talking to a couple guys who said the who thing was boring. I said to wait for the big battle where thousands of people hack each other apart. When that started, I was running around in a field, but a field with clothes racks, toy shelves, sofas, etc. My eight grade algebra teacher called on me to be a wolf or something and I didn't like it.

Then I was in a forest up north and I fucked up and cut down a hundred year old tree. I thought it must have been a sappling when my grandfather was born.

The next part was a test flight of a new passenger plane. It looked like the stealth bomber, but the good part was that it had an open area instead of seat rows. You could lay down, sit at a table, eat food, and more. I guess I took someone's seat because after the flight was over, a couple people bitched at me.

Next I was in the old, blue-tiled East Towne Mall. The center didn't have a fountain, but did have a bunch of clothes stores. A girl that I liked was there and I was trying to walk up to her. Eventually I was passing her and a friend when the friend stopped me and asked me why I took the seat on the plane from someone else. The girl that I liked just looked away.

This always happens in my dreams. Crap.

Just....

When I've regained my respect for humanity...


... I end up at Woodman's.....

On Hiatus...

... I have nothing to say.....

Dreams

I had really strange, tangible dreams last night. In one part, a group of friends and I were Madonna's sister and Madonna needed new eyes. On a stranger note, Allison Hannigan was dancing and singing about how she liked ice cream with a crew of dancing six foot poodles.

I won't read much into this.