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-Stew quote: "2 lb beef, 1 in chunked"-

I had a dream this morning that bled into real life... was trying to say something in the dream but it kept coming out garbled. I kept trying and trying. Finally, I whispered the sentence (I have no idea why it occurred to me to whisper, it wasn't a sentence like "I love you" or "will you marry me?" or anything of that nature) only to discover that I was lying in bed -- as I was now waking up -- and saying it out loud. It was still a really hard sentence to get out, but that was probably because of the sleep paralysis.

In yet more plant news, I noticed yesterday that Odin, my newest African violet, is budding. This is exciting because he hasn't gotten much sunlight over the year and he hasn't gotten any fertilizer. Admittedly, since I got him less than a year ago, the soil probably has slow-release stuff in it from the nursery (it's easier to hit all the plants with a hose, knowing that the soil has fertilizer capsules, than to try to portion out liquid fertilizer for each and every single one), but I'm still a bit surprised.

From my previous experience with African violet colors (namely, they're never the same as the first bloom), I might try the vinegar trick this time. Personally, I'm a much bigger fan of the redder flower colors, so when hard water makes them go all blue, it's disappointing.

Besides, it just wouldn't produce the same cognitive dissonance if Odin had purple flowers instead of flouncy pink ones.

Reality check. Barely relevant TVtropes trap.

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- Reddit quote: "But how could anyone who wears diamond-studded glasses possibly be ridiculous?"-

I had at least two dreams about eating this week. One of them had this enormous (10+ lb.) steak... thing, and the other had homemade mystery cookies. Both of these food items were freakishly delicious. Taste is definitely my most reliably pleasurable sensation in dreams. Maybe I should make eating my lucid-dream goal.

Exciting news of the day: the dandelion field is back! Well, sort of. It's not currently back because they went through and weed-whacked it just the other day, but dandelions aren't very good at staying dead.

In related exciting news, I finally figured out the identity of my favorite weed of all time, which is Geranium robertianum. The pictures in the Wikipedia article really don't do it justice; the tightly intricate, red-stemmed leaves; the hint of peach fuzz all over; the thin spikes that shoot out from the flower buds; the way the pink flowers precisely complement the leaves in color. Another thing the pictures don't convey is the scale of this thing -- herb robert is tiny.

I think part of the reason I like it so much is because it reminds me of when I was "that kid", the one who spends all lunch break staring at the weeds. I find it unbelievable that people miss things like this. So busy "socializing" -- talking to boring people about nothing important -- when mere feet away from their conversation is something so stunning.

Reality check. And yet, it is the extroverts who are thought to be living life to the fullest.

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- TheraminTrees quote: "What humans happen to find plausible or implausible doesn't define reality."-

I had a dream where someone was following me around, and I wasn't too fond of this development. Therefore, I made a frog out of what appeared to be green and yellow puff paint (that stuff you use to write on t-shirts) and stuck the guy in the frog. How? Magic. Pure dream magic.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Firefly marathon to consume.

Reality check. "Mine is an evil laugh...now die!"

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-Thanatist quote: "For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing; they have no further reward, and even the memory of them is forgotten. Their love, their hate and their jealousy have long since vanished; never again will they have a part in anything that happens under the sun."-

The most interesting dream this week was the one where my younger brother joined the SCA. Yeah, slow news week.

A Happy Haiku

You are purposeless.

Don't be depressed, though. The earth

will not lay you off.

Reality check. The above poem comes out of a discussion I've had with multiple people about how insane it is that people find a lack of overarching meaning or purpose to life depressing. My crackpot theory that people confuse reality with a huge corporation that is noticing your unproductive drain on resources (um... how do you remove resources from reality?) and is about to do some restructuring.