So, I'm not quite out of the woods yet, but I'm fighting my way out of a week long flu-like illness. I don't get sick like this often, but when I do it can be pretty intense.
When I get sick like this, I get as close to being suicidal as I can, because I have really weird scary dreams. There was one with monster blockhead alien beings (there is a video on YouTube somewhere of me in a chat room, talking about a monster alien dream, which is kinda hilarious, but I think it's the same guys.) And they were like, "THE DEATH TRUCKS ARE HERE." And I'm like, "Holy crap, DEATH!"
Thankfully, there was one dream that was funny enough to cancel that one out. Prince was in it, His Royal Purpleness Himself, standing behind a keyboard. And he was looking at me with that look he gave to Kanye that time, and telling me, "Don't look, seriously, you won't like it." And all of a sudden there was some kind of weird porn in my face (that I really didn't wanna look at.)
And I guess the meaning of that dream was Prince ain't gonna steer anybody wrong.
Also, his music will rip yer face off.
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Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
21st Century Problems
So I was succumbing to the "internet productivity" thing, forging ahead in the "quest for inbox zero", diligently cleaning out my Gmail account, when something weird happened.
I was searching and deleting, getting rid of whole swaths of email I would never read. Click, and gone were hundreds of crappy messages from the Democratic party, click, now giant blocks of pagan message board communiques erased.
After getting rid of a couple thousand emails, I thought I should surface in the front room, come up for air and get something to eat. A nice salad from the store, perhaps.
As I was eating, my brain started cycling over the task I had been doing. Emails began to scroll through my head. All of a sudden, I felt as though the part of my brain that was emotionally prepared to eat green onions was missing.
There was one in my mouth. "This is crunchy in a way I'm not in the mood to deal with!" I thought.
Clearly, I am not the type of person who needs Google Glass...
I was searching and deleting, getting rid of whole swaths of email I would never read. Click, and gone were hundreds of crappy messages from the Democratic party, click, now giant blocks of pagan message board communiques erased.
After getting rid of a couple thousand emails, I thought I should surface in the front room, come up for air and get something to eat. A nice salad from the store, perhaps.
As I was eating, my brain started cycling over the task I had been doing. Emails began to scroll through my head. All of a sudden, I felt as though the part of my brain that was emotionally prepared to eat green onions was missing.
There was one in my mouth. "This is crunchy in a way I'm not in the mood to deal with!" I thought.
Clearly, I am not the type of person who needs Google Glass...
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