Sunday, August 15, 2010

sf

-Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus quote: "Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world."-

Coolest dream this week was the one in which I was in an apocalyptic wasteland riddled with dripping blue goo and vicious rats. No matter that the hallway full of bunkers looked suspiciously like the hall in my childhood home (but with more dripping goo), and in fact the princess leading the resistance (yes, I know, it's always a resistance in my dreams) lived in the bunker that lined up to exactly where my little brother's bedroom was located. My bunker was lined up exactly to the hall bathroom, and the really funny bit was that the shower and toilet were still there; however, the floor could be pulled up to reveal two tiny devices that enabled everyone in the resistance to have running water and electricity. They appeared to be just little clockwork machines with dozens of brass gears, but apparently anyone could grab them through their bunkers' floors and tune them up if they needed repair. So that was pretty awesome and futuristic. Also, partway through the dream I became a dwarf (not in the storyline, but just because these things happen in dreams) and helped the princess get a couple swords she needed. Or I would have if the dream had continued.

A Haiku Concerning My Current Favorite Food

Green meat in fruit form
A cream-cold flesh for summer
An avocado

Reality check. Busy, busy, busy.

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