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-Get Fuzzy quote: "Thank you. Now work on California."-

The most interesting (and I use the word in its loosest sense) dream I had this week was the one in which I had ringworm and had to have it surgically (!) removed, except that I realized after waking up that the operating room looked suspiciously like a ballroom. And I was awake and lying on the floor the whole time, rather than knocked out on a bed.

More information on last week's mishap: my finger is now doing fine. Basically, it was another case of me fulfilling my quota for lack of common sense; I turned on the belt grinder while my left hand was resting (thankfully in a glove) on the main wheel. Obviously, I didn't realize this at the time, though I REALLY realized it milliseconds after.

It's always a bad sign when you flip a switch and you immediately feel pain in a valuable appendage. I have been thinking about it all week, and I think the only thing worse than that would be flipping a switch and immediately hearing someone else scream.

Actually, though, after the initial shock of realizing that my finger was stuck inside a fast-spinning, abrasive piece of machinery and in some degree of pain, the injury wasn't all that bad. Certainly, the quality time I spent with an ice pack last Friday is completely outweighed by the juvenile glee that comes of telling people that "a belt grinder ate my finger."

Reality check. For the really gullible among my acquaintances, I follow that statement up by showing them my hand with the injured finger "missing".

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-Laundry room quote: "Dryer/Dryer"-

I had a vivid dream this week, not surprisingly on Friday (I got to bed unusually early Thursday night) with escape artist prisoners and poking guards. And also a dream about yellow Labs.

Sorry about the brevity of this post, but a belt grinder ate my finger yesterday, so typing is more difficult than usual.

Reality check. *cue reader freak-out fest*

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-Overheard quote: "If you end up finding a customer who needs a tunneling machine, you know who to call, hopefully."-

Another mixed week for dreams. Curiously, green is still the only color I can remember with certainty (it was on a Rubick's cube in one of my dreams a couple days ago). Last night's dream was fairly interesting, although I can't quite recall why; all I can remember is going to the supermarket in the wee hours with some people to grab food or something.

After much thought, I decided to write the following for today's post:

Humans are silly.

Reality check. And I am one of them.

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-To do list quote: "ATM"-

Last night, I had yet another of those dreams where I'm part of The Resistance, which always involves a lot of running down hallways and every so often fighting off The Dominant Power. In this dream, the fighting entailed loads of knives, which was awesome. Although, actually, from playing around in SCA, I know that dagger/knife fighting is kind of annoying, both for the one on the handle end and the one on the pointy end. I would much prefer rapiers for all around, if it were in real life. *thinks* Or better yet, no weapons at all. But at any rate, when I was in the dream the knives certainly had that dramatic flair.

Thought to chew on for the week: How much conscious control do people have over their happiness? I would submit that the more one realizes how much conscious control he has over how his brain reacts to circumstances, the happier he can be.

Reality check. Although perhaps the present culture of instant gratification has done away with even that amount of self-control.