A Few of My Favourite Things
 
Yes, i've heeded the advice and this is going to be a go-lucky post...hence, this quiz i just sort of made up myself right here and now. Take it yourself and don't be afraid to post/email the results! Everyone has some favs, time to share, i say!

Favorite things (at the moment)...
Food: Mexican. Though, I've also been craving everything fast-food (note the use of the word "craving" and not actually eating, of course..)
Movie: "Anchorman" is my most quotable, and "Spider-Man 2" my fav summer movie spectacle, but of all time, I must say it remains "Fight Club", with about fifty other titles closely vyeing for its spot at any given moment. Watch out, Tyler Durden, Ben Fongtorres has got your number.
Television Show:  "Six Feet Under" continues to amaze and frustrate me at the same time. What was up with that David-getting-car-jacked episode? But this weeks ep, including Claire's hilarious dinner experience, at least gives me comfort it's getting back to unpredicatably normal awkwardness.
Music: The Hives, baby.
Book: Uhm, I know it's summer, and i'm supposed to be reading, i really am! But, the only thing I have really read in the last little bit is the graphic novel "Ghost World", so I'll go with that. Now back to staring at the pile of books i really should read on my desk..
Defunct TV Series: Buffy, Buffy, and did I mention Buffy? Oh, and "Angel". And "Firefly" too why not.
Activity I'm Procrastinating On (tie): Writing those yoink! music reviews. I really should get started on those. Oh, and finally using up that disposable camera's roll of film so I can develope last summer's pictures.
Area of the City: The Annex, hands down. By far the most vibrant, welcoming, just plain neat place to be in the city. Plus, it nicely avoids the somewhat hipster prententiousness of its southern contemporary, Queen St. East. Well, okay, I still love QSE too. I'm weak.
Guilty Pleasure: Does anyone else watch that show on the family channel called "Radio Free Roscoe" or something like that? Not that I do, just checking.
Quote: "Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome" (whoever identifies who it is wins a free prize...*)
Magazine: Rolling Stone. Especially the last issue...Doonesbury, Clinton, Tom Wolfe and an insane Sharon Stone (plus rollicking good Hives review)! How could you go wrong?
Health Food Discovery: Rice milk. Who knew?
Candy Bar: Nutrageous, by Hershey. Thanks to the parents who came from an extended trip south of the border, since it isn't available here for some twisted, perverse reason.
Future Plan: To move out, finally. I'm a bit nervous about it, financially and just the fact I've never been on my own before, but also extremely excited, in a good way.
Place I Want to Travel: Japan, need i say more. Also, though, I really want to go to Europe, anywhere in Europe, really, and just make my way through it like my friend Jesse's doing right now. And I also have this bizarre desire to go to Austin too, for some reason. Just seems like a neat place. I think I over-maxed my use of the word "neat" in this post.
Place to go for the hell of it: Pacific Mall. I just get in the car when I'm bored, have nothing else imparticular to do, and it's great. Good shopping, good food.
Radio Program: Little Steven's Underground Garage, every sunday night at 10. Hands down the most entertaining two hours on radio.

That's about all I got right now...not that i'm fishing for comments here, but also ask more if you so like, i'd be happy to answer them. 

*prize may or may not be something tangible

 

"Please Keep the Reporters At Bay..."  

Phew, last night was another strange dream. I'm trying to go the route also of not apologizing for posting yet again about a dream..which I just did. This is frustrating to a point. But, I woke up out of breath this morning. I wasn't sure where I was, everything was disorientating, askew, essentially warped. I couldn't tell where I was, who I was even, just that wherever I just was was somewhere awful, and that I should be glad I wasn't there anymore.

A cold sweat, it was. Not something I want to happen again, but oddly I don't fear the sleeping aspect...i just pretend it won't happen again. I don't think it will, if I believe it enough, maybe it will happen.

I said previously that this was all going to be refined a bit, but i'm going against that. Refined is for things that need to be presented nicely...this doesn't, it's what it is. I hate it when i start to sound pretentious or philisophically pretentious or anything i think is bordering on me sounding like not what i'm supposed to sound like. I have such a hard time speaking my actual thoughts sometimes, that they just rust and turn into something else. Even writing this I have second thoughts if this is what i really sound like, what i really think. This is not good for a career in writing. Doesn't bode to well. Late at night is not the time to be thinking about this, though, cold sweats or not.

"Walk Idiot Walk"
 
A proper post is coming..it's in the works, I promise. I'm currently in a posting funk, a haze, a stand still. I have a lot I want to say, but it's just coming out all wrong. Maybe I should post the wrong, but I want to try and refine things still. That didn't make sense, just pretty much like the posts I tried but failed to, well, post. Hm.

But, I will say this. The new Hives album, especially that title single up there in quotes, is a rollicking good time. I must've listened to it ten times in a row the other night, that's how fast, hard-hitting, punch-to-the-gut-and-may-i-have-another it is. I'm off to listen to it again, but I'll be back.

Tangent Watching 
 
I really have to stop watching programs late at night. I'm not sure what it is, but usually when I watch television or movies or whatever during the day, I'm fine, just entertainment value and such. But, once it hits past that midnight mark or so, I don't know, they just seem to have a profound, undeniably emotional aspect to them. It doesn't really matter what it is, well, i mean, an episode of "Family Guy" won't do anything. It's just certain things, especially late at night when my mind is going into overdrive and I'm too tired to just push it away, is when things seem to get to me.
 
And here we enter the problem...not the watching things late at night problem, but a slightly different one, that of just ending things and not exploring them further, or not being able to. I wanted to go on that "watching" tangent for a good two more paragraphs or so, but i couldn't go any further. I feel that's a big problem lately, me just cutting myself short, it doesn't really solve anything. It's all in flux right now, i feel, it all seems to be cut in limbo.  Or something like that. I'm not even sure if any of this is making sense. It's too late to be making sense, or even trying to apologize for not making it. Still, though, I must say for certain: This new blogging template is slowly winning me over.

What An Odd Little Sunstorm...
 
I think lately my posts have been for the purposes of either recording my personal injuries, or my dreams. I promise this is the last dream one for a little bit, I'm trying to break the habit, maybe. But, last night I had such a vivid and surreal dream that when I woke up this morning, I felt compelled to write down every last detail I could remember. Surprisingly, I had a lot, and here's what I managed to copy down: (all these things were involved in my dream somehow, though the narrative is a bit off)
 
- Me getting a job at a construction site run by Professor Maggie Walsh from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", and me not really wanting to work at said construction site because it meant i had to wake up really early the next morning
- A bookstore with a line from hell. It worked like this: everybody would run up to the cashier, have their purchases scanned and recorded, and then it worked like a lottery system in which the lone cashier would say your item of purchase and name, and then you would be able to pay
- Me wanting to really really pay for the book I was trying to buy (something about corruption on the police force that i absolutely had to have for some reason), but the lottery system of the cashiers not working in my favor
- An escalator leading to nowhere, that I kept chasing after but couldn't catch up to
- Me running around downtown, late for something but not sure exactly what..the only thing I specifically remember is the bus station being around somewhere as I was running
- Argh, so much more I thought I could remember, but now it's all slipping away
 
I'm not sure what any of that means. I'm sure there's some connecting theme, or something. But, there it is all the same. This was not a pleasant dream, either. It was positively nightmarish at points, and just damn surreal. I can even remember bits and pieces of dialogue..and more often than not when I have dreams involving me, I can actually see me, as in an audience watching a movie character, detatched, but in this case I was looking at everything through my eyes.
 
My throat is also doing slightly better, after a bout with it during this weekend that made me realize the unpleasantness of dry-heave coughing. I also don't like this new blogger thing. Well, maybe i do. The font is definitely an improvement, and it feels easier to type like this, for some reason. I think i'm also using "for some reason" far too much, everything seems to be so vague with everything lately with me. I'd try and explain it, but that wouldn't be very vague of me. Also, why is my "blogger" symbol at the bottom of my page still the old version, while everyone else gets the new spiffy art-deco treatment? Not that I'm complaining, it's just odd.

"Remember to breath.."

My posts lately have just seemed really rushed, loose, and like i was typing them without taking a breath. I don't know, it just seems the thoughts are very loose, which is fine, but just a mess really. A little room to breathe, i think. I thought I could go on longer with this post, but maybe it's a good idea to leave it here.

It's 10:37..no, it's really 8:49

I had the most bizarre, unpleasant night yesterday. My head pounding, my body shivering at one moment for warmth and then so fucking hot that I craved any source of cold, my mind went on one weird trip. It was one of the more surreal dreams I've had in a bit, involving moving an infinite amount of furniture or something like that, and time keeping on slipping from me. And this is the most odd part, I could tell the time on my watch, as I kept on looking at it, hoping for a movement forward in time, so I could just get out of whatever mess i found myself in. And up to this point I have always been a firm believer that when a person is dreaming, they can't tell read letters or numbers. Funny how much one episode of Batman the cartoon can influence a person..but, yes. That's out the window since last night.

So, yeah. I'm feeling slightly better than this morning and waking up from that debacle, but now instead of my head hurting, my throat is killing me. This is one weird sickness I have..maybe it'll all go away soon if i ask it really nice.

It's Like A Jackhammer Invaded My Brain

I feel not so good. Well, like shit to be blunt. I woke up this morning so cold, even though I had several blankets wrapped tightly around me. My head kept caving in, my nose hurt, not congested, but just plain hurt. And opening my eyes was an altogether different endeavour.

I'm not sure why, but there it is, tormenting me. And, to top it off, I had to go into work this morning, because of an incredibly long story that involves the fridge breaking down on me yesterday and me having to move a massive amount of stock downstairs, over and over and over again. I was supposed to put it back this morning, but, alas, the fridge wasn't working yet. So, for my trouble of waking up with a massive hangover minus the actual intake of alcohol, I got a few hours pay. Now, off to explore the new place, which should be exciting. I am excited, just I can't feel anything below my neck right now that's not in pain...I'll post about it later...I just have to lay down for a bit..a second, really.

"I once murdered a man with an axe..so, I suppose by your liberal definition that would make me an axe murderer?"
"Well, uhm, yes."

That's my crazy quote for the evening..and this is sort of my crazy post. My eyes are weighing my sockets down as I write this, in fact, I just wrote that last sentence with my eyes closed. They're close to watering they're so tired...I don't know why I'm writing, but I just felt the urge. Had to get it down, even though it turns out to not too much overall, as per usual. I always seem to get in the habit of promising a big post but then going on the opposite end and saying an anti-climatic 'uhm, maybe next time'...so, yes, maybe.

I'm so tired overall lately, but combined with restlessness. I'm so tired but so restless at the same time, it's a combustible combination. That was all very repetitive... But, yes, everything seems to be going at this weird half-space, moving so fast while going oh so slow. It's like being caught in the middle of someone pressing "pause" on life, and inching slowly, losing their grip on the remote and lurching forwards uncontrollably. Eep, that was a terrible metaphor. Not even a metaphor, just plain bad. But, I have time on my side, as it is terribly late and nothing I'm saying now can truly be taken seriously. I should post everything at this hour, if my eyes didn't hurt so much. I should go to bed, shouldn't i? Yes.

Quizzes = Fun

You are 40% geek

You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator. Normal: Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend. You [to Geek]: We need more than that, Scotty. You'll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines! Geek [to You]: I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals! You [to Normal]: He wants to know if he gets overtime.

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Meta

I've been having very surreal, but specific and memorably strong, dreams as of late. The other night, I dreamt very strongly and vividly that I somehow slept during a shift at work, in front of one of the security cameras no less, and my boss confronted me with it the next day. But, suddenly, during the dream, everything shifted and I was back home, waking up. So, I thought it all must have been a dream. Then, some other weird stuff happened, and I actually woke up. It was strange, and it through me for a loop.

Last night I had a very strange dream as well. The elements aren't really in my head anymore, I really should have written this post first thing when I woke up, but I remember it being very clear, and somewhat scary. I'm not sure what it was, and it's frustrating now to know I lost it.

I've also found myself crying while watching movies/tv shows a lot more. I'm not sure why, maybe they're more emotional than what I usually watch, but there it is all the same. I'm not embarassed to admit it really, it's just unusual for me. I watched "Spirited Away" the other night, half of which I started a month or so ago and forgot about (which is a shame, as it's really an amazing film), and the ending, i dunno, i just lost it. Then, I rented "50 First Dates" a night ago too, and I have no idea, but the end just hit me, like a jackhammer to my eye ducts. That was the strangest one...i mean, it was an Adam Sandler/Rob Schneider flick. But, whew, that ending. I don't know, it was late, maybe that had to do with it.

I've been re-listening to the newest Yeah Yeah Yeah's album..it's quite good. Got a few songs stuck in my head..that, and Radiohead's "Lucky", which has been running through my mind for the past week or so.

"Set Phasers to Stun.."

SOTD:
Taking Back Sunday - A Decade Under the Influence
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Pin
Coheed and Cambria - In Keeping Secrets of the Silent Earth
Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated
Yellowcard - Gifts and Curses
Muse - The Small Print

*My Mr. Orange's shades are missing, and I have no idea where they might be
**My head/nose don't quite hate me as much anymore..just they still seemed somewhat irked.

Mobil Ave.

I woke up this morning feeling like I was roughly between hell and a slightly better place than hell. Such as the 10th circle, or the outer limits or something like that. My head, nose, and eyes felt like they weighed ten pounds more than they should, and there was a slight, slightly painful, piercing in my head. Then, it was time to head to work. I thought this post was going somewhere, me triumphing over my adversity at work and towards the end of the shift recovering, but, meh, it's not going there. I think I'll let it sit in the water right now. Maybe I'll revisit it in a bit of time.