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.