Nostalgia

Time to get nostalgic about a movie I saw eighteen years ago and was about a time seventeen years earlier. My college roommates can verify that I watch it non-stop.

Epidemic

Seems like we have a heroin problem each week in the paper:

A Cottage Grove woman who admitted to paramedics that she had used heroin crashed her vehicle into a traffic signal pole on the east side Tuesday afternoon, Madison police reported.

Um, don't drive and kill someone else.

Charlie with Charlie Sheen

A lot of last night's dream is jumbled, but the clearest part was me trying to convince Charlie Sheen to take better care of himself. He snorted a bunch of coke anyway and I was riding shotgun in his Land Rover. He nodded out and the truck went off the road and over a lot of bumps. I think I yelled at him and then stormed off.

A Whirlwind

My dreams last night where very vivid, but I can't remember most of it now. As follows:

• I was a partisan for the socialists in the Spanish Civil War and helped instigate it. It took place on two city blocks that were enclosed in a warehouse. I tried to flee to Argentina, which was through an opening) but stayed until we won. I stabbed a guy in the gut at his request.
• I was in some school and don't remember much.
• I was with my rugby team at work in the shop. The shop was enormous and my father's old partner was leading us. I remember arguing with him.
• Then I was attacking people on a suburban street that ended in a mall entrance. I threatened them with a sawed-off shotgun. I only had two shells left. I did shoot two people that tried to leave and then a dog someone sent upon me. I climbed a fence with one strand of barbed wire on it.

Can't say I remember anything else.

Got No Direction

I'm happily sitting here with my glass of absinthe, playing solitaire on my computer and listening to my 1,788 favorite songs on iTunes through my headphones when this song comes on. I'd sing to it, buy my roommate is deathly tired and I have a terrible voice. Anyway, the song reminded me why I just can't accept the world as it is handed to me. Not that it's a bad place, just that it could be so much better. Rejection isn't cynical, at least it isn't inherently. The Tunisian and Egyptian protestors aren't pessimists. Well, they're pessimists in that they don't believe in the status quo. But they've rejected it and looked for something better. It's amazing why shit circumstances will bring you to do.

So, this is why I find more rebellion in Fats Domino than I do Motley Crue. Fats has more life and joy. Motley Crue is pure hedonism. Fine, but so is masturbation.

And, fuck it, I'm putting two spaces after my fucking sentences.

Restless Leg?

A couple of months ago, I found a discounted offer to get my DNA sequenced. A couple of days ago, my results were ready. Since this give me a lot of material to blather about, I'll make it a series of posts. Well, a series if I get around to it.

The fist thing that stuck out was I have a moderately decreased risk (From 0.66 to 0.41 times typical odds) for obsessive-compulsive disorder. D'oh. However, I have a slightly increased chance (up to 1.49 times typical odds) of alcohol dependence. Evidently they didn't take my state of residence into mind. On the flip side, I have only typical odds of alcohol withdrawal seizures and do not have alcohol flush reaction. Peachy! One last note on alcohol, I am unlikely to taste certain bitter flavors. That explains why my friends complain about some of my beer choices.

The last thing I'll say today is that I have the wet type of earwax, not the flaky white stuff.

A Head Cold Makes Vivid Dreams

The last couple of nights have produced vivid dreams with my friends helping me out. Wednesday night, Michael and Shari helped me out with something. The dream stuck with me all day, but I can't remember it right now. Last night's dream had me on the Isthmus with Kyle and Nancy. They were very picky about where they parked. The cool thing was they helped me tote around my newly bought goats. I had three, but couldn't keep them all in the city, so I gave up two to some goat rescue in the county. The one I kept I called Old Scratch. That was pretty awesome.