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This seems a good enough place to say---I'll be leaving on my vacation tomorrow morning, Saturday. As usual, I "get away from it all," and "it all" includes my computer and going online. I won't be back till Monday after next, so if anybody wants to say something raw about me, now's the time.
I will probably have time to duck in some time early tomorrow morning, so you might want to hold off till then.
My wife had some of her solar powered light stakes..five or six of them... stolen from our front yard a few days ago. Only the stakes even though she has other things out there.
She wants to get a security camera set up and now seriously wants to rent a huge, mean guard dog for a month and I guess chain it out front but hidden. Well, maybe not chain it.
But how she will get the dog to hide, I don't know.
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Speaking of sign twirlers , I too have seen the cash for gold signs. One day there were four out in a different area. Two, or three, on one major intersection and two more on a not so busy intersection near where I live. They just showed up that one day.
And on what might be the busiest in town there are signs for two different places that pay cash for gold. One signholder though is interesting. He plays an electric guitar, complete with battery pack on his belt and an speaker. He's always on the other side of the street so I can never hear him play though.
Ever now and then on the same corner there's somebody in a costume, I can never figure out what it is suppose to by. Maybe a pack of cigarettes for a discount cig place down the street but I'm not sure of even that.
But the other day I spotted someone new on another street. This guy was a new take on the old stereotype of the guy in the robe holding a sign that said the world will end-sometimes on a certain date. This guy was on a bike and the sign was hooked onto him. I saw it only for half a second so I could be wrong but it looked like it said the world would end by some date I couldn't make out. He set up the sign all wrong though. It faced the front and acted like a sail catching the wind and causing him all type of problems. He should have had it side ways so the edge would cut into the wind.
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I always get a kick out of the guys that advertise for liberty tax or where ever. One guy was really playing a mean air guitar! lol
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Hmmm, I may need a leash so as not to release the leased dog- so no one can seize our stuff- even if my wife says please enough to wheeze and thinks I'm a tease and makes me quiche.
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Someone should definitely open a pet rental business. Then, when your wife absolutely HAS to have a pet kitten, you can just rent one, and then when everybody gets tired of it and it's just an annoying furball you have to feed and clean up after, you can just return it to the rental place.
And it would open up some jobs for pet repomen/repowomen when people don't pay their pet bills.
"Put down the baseball bat and back off, dude! I don't care how much your kid cries about it; the turtle is coming with me!"
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One of my kid's favorite shows is Phineas and Ferb (alright, I will admit it I love it too.) And this is one of my favorite quotes from the show.
Candace points out some books and gives one line opinions of them based on the cover. When her mom calls her on it she says:
"Mom, that's why books have covers: to judge them."
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After talking to the police, my wife decided to nix the idea of a dog but she did find a place that rents guard dogs. Or leases them... or leashes them.
But we are still going to get the Surveillance system.
I still don't know how she thought she could get the dog to hide in the bushes out of sight until someone grabbed something.
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Does anyone else feel like they have the weirdest fricken dreams in the world? As if getting attacked by demons and god and Michael the arch angel saving me wasn't enough...
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Sometimes I have strange dreams, and sometimes adventure dreams. A very small number I remember enough to want to do stories based on them. Most though I can't recall enough to do a story. But I had an interesting UF dream the other night, more about that on my blog.
The other night had one about spending time in another city on vacation I think. Some made up city. Not much for a SF or Fantasy story but it could go with a general fiction I suppose. I do have three general fiction stories and some day I want to do a, hmm not sure what you call it but some type of strange adventure genria. "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo". There's another one I've heard about but can't recall the title but to me it fits in the same category.
Anyway, some of my dreams might fit something like that.
Instead of an expensive surveillance system to catch a pety thief, how about considering a game camera? They're camoflaged and work on a motion sensor. You'll see who and when was in your yard and why they were there. Nothing scares a kid more than getting expossed in front of their parent. Showing mom and dad their angel has devil horns goes a long way on straighten them out.
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In my opinion if I can't visibly see the camera than I would continue doing it...not like I would in the first place.
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Finally. Took me forever to find my password and reset it all. Geez, got some bug that wouldnt let me google on firefox, had to uninstall firefox, lost my preferences, my bookmarks and then reinstall. It took 4 times before I could post here. Enough to make me drink.
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I love Phineas and Ferb, it's so inspiring. I've got a serious case of Squirrels in my Pants. It is a beautiful example of formulaic writing that works. And how they play with their formula.
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A long while ago I had a dream that I was Ted Kennedy's granddaughter, who cast of the family fortune to be an artist in a studio apartment on the outskirts of Denver. It was freezing outside, because the landlord wouldn't fix the heater, so I left my studio apartment and walked to a diner.
Inside the waitress(who knew me, because she lost 47 pounds in the spin class that I taught in order to afford painting supplies) gave me a free burger and fries. In walked a rock star, who was performing in Denver, but got in an argument with his band mates so he took a drive to cool off, and then his car broke down on the exact street of the diner I was in, who looked surprisingly a lot like Kevin Jonas, but WAS not Kevin Jonas.
Well, we got to talking, and then went for a walk, and it was that warm orange sky from the streetlights shining in the middle of the night through a gentle snowstorm, and we ended up sitting on a park bench in the middle of a small ice rink which was covered in twinkling lights, which Kevin, I mean... not Kevin, said reminded him of fireflies, and then we both left for our homes.
In my studio apartment, the heat finally started, and I painted a gorgeous picture of being in the middle of fireflies, and the rock star went to his hotel room and wrote a song about fireflies, and then the next day, after I woke up(in real life) I heard Owl City's song Fireflies for the first time.
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Every time I have a dream that amounts to, more or less, "My God, that toilet is filthy!" when I wake up, I, er, "have to go."
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I have some dreams kinda along those lines. But one I had a few years ago had Harry Dresden, of Jim Butcher fame, doing some stuff like shrinking to about one inch tall, maybe three, so he could go after some mini trolls or something that lived under a house. The unique thing about it was in the dream I was watching part of it on TV. A few months later I heard they did make a TV show about him...it turned out to be sort of about him.
Robert, I dream about having to find a bathroom and I can't or it's out of order or filled.
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My weirdest dream--have I mentioned this before?--involved a certain famous author who was secretly Batman but living in a castle as a tyrannical lord. He told me I was his Robin, but when I discovered his desire to harm his own people, I set off across his marshy lands in search of Aang the Avatar. Along the way, I met Katara, who taught me to waterbend and joined me in my travels. We found Aang in a desert, voluntarily living in a prison, but before I could ask for his help, we noticed tornadoes twisting the dim air and desert sand on their way toward us. Aang proclaimed that he would must first save the prisoners. That's when I left the dream world.
I avoided TV shows and a certain author's stories for a week after that. The trouble with dreams are the random relationships.
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aspirit, I've read stories sort of like that. You should write it out. It might be some form of cyberpunk, or whatever the fantasy version is, but some of those stories are... entertaining.
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What did I dream last night? Oh, yeah...I was at some unknown school I was attending...I was playing catch with a couple of seven-foot-tall basketball player (and I was seven-foot-tall, too), but none of us could throw the baseball (yes, baseball) with any particular accuracy...I got fed up and packed up my stuff and left the game and the school...then I got busted for taking some small item with me...the item, a red mailbox, was mine but they said it was theirs...at first it was all a matter of academics and school discipline...then it turned into a courtroom drama...then I was at the tail end of a two-year sentence, just out and eager for revenge against the school...then I woke up.
What does it mean? I want to be seven feet tall? I'm still obsessed with school? I feel guilty about school? Does the mailbox have any inner meaning related to my postal worker job?
Well, who knows? I sure don't. I subscribe to the notion that dreams don't mean anything unless you want them to, and, in general, are just your mind resting and not firing on all its cylinders. Probably everything above involves something I've seen, read about, heard about, or thought about in the last few weeks...
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The night I first watched Inception, I had a 3-layer dream. All of the layers were just boring, mundane activities. In one layer I was just driving around Columbus (where I live) aimlessly, then in the next layer down I was grocery shopping. I can't remember what the third layer was. Once I woke up out of the dream layers into reality, I thought, "Good job, brain. That was the most boring night of sleep I've ever had."
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quote:The night I first watched Inception, I had a 3-layer dream. All of the layers were just boring, mundane activities. In one layer I was just driving around Columbus (where I live) aimlessly, then in the next layer down I was grocery shopping. I can't remember what the third layer was. Once I woke up out of the dream layers into reality, I thought, "Good job, brain. That was the most boring night of sleep I've ever had."
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Last night I dreamed a new episode of Monk. I think it would have been called "Monk and the Buried Treasure". It had something to do with Trudy and a clue that some murderer burried only to have someone else steal it and bury a decoy in its place.
I love Monk. My wife and I have almost finished the series. It will be sad when I run out of episodes.
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There's what they call lucid dreaming, where you consciously take over the dream and can do whatever you want. Sounds promising, and I'm told you can train your brain to acquire it by putting an effort to recall and study your dreams, but I've only had two in my lifetime.
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