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Dreamed last night about discovering that a bunch of boardgames published in the 1970s had actually been designed in coordination with the CIA. The various look-up tables in the games were actually designed so that agents could use them to send coded messages. I woke up thinking “Oh, that’s what the Random Harlot Table in the Dungeon Master’s Guide was all about!” (Yeah, my brain leapt from boardgames to RPGs.) Remember, though: They’re only 30% likely to have useful information!
Ginger and crayons
Aug. 22nd, 2008 10:46 pmA few days ago I dreamed that I, and several other people, had superpowers, but to activate them we needed to eat crystallized ginger. I’ve still got some crystallized ginger candy that I bought at Fairway last year, and just ate a piece, but no superpowers. (Hm. It also tastes a lot stronger in real life than it did in the dream.)
I also recently dreamed that Crayola had a crayon color named after the French and Indian War. I remember thinking, as I woke, that the really odd thing was that this crayon was purple instead of green. See, I figured, green could make sense, as a combination of French Ultramarine (the most valuable pigment of Renaissance Europe; a reward was offered for anyone who could come up with a cheap synthetic version) and Indian Yellow (a pigment made illegal because its manufacture required the mistreatment of cows). Later I remembered that there’s also an Indian Red, which Crayola makes in crayon form, though they changed the name to Chestnut almost a decade ago.
Last five Wikipedia lookups
Nov. 1st, 2007 03:26 pmLast night my subconscious made contact with an alternative timeline where Robert Heinlein was a scriptwriter for I Love Lucy, and pulled an episode through. Sadly, I retained pretty much nothing of it on waking.
Today, Jeffrey Rowland suggests that you can tell everything there is to know about someone by looking at their last five Wikipedia searches. Of course I looked to see what mine were:
The coffee-related searches were inspired by today’s Questionable Content. If I’d read Overcompensating before QC today, here’s what my last five would have been:
Just as well Rowland didn’t run that strip yesterday, when I was looking up euphemisms for genitalia.
Open dream interpretation
Jul. 11th, 2006 08:47 amI dreamed that 42nd Street was a river (a small one, more a creek, really), and I had decided to cross it on foot instead of just taking the subway over it. (Surrealism bonus: The subway was underground when you were riding it, but elevated when you looked at at from the outside.) I had to get through a milling crowd of surly teamsters to get to the river, and then while crossing it I saw a live trilobite and was attacked by a baby hippopotamus.
What’s it mean?
What’s it mean?
Nine naked kaiju
Mar. 12th, 2006 02:11 amHad a dream about Firefly the other night, in which we discover that the cause of the Earth’s destruction was Godzilla and a bunch of other kaiju stomping everything while re-enacting the nine naked men video. Probably not what Joss had in mind.
Last night at GC I played two games of Blokus, the latest popular game, which I just seem to suck at. But I also had what may have been my best ever game of Puerto Rico getting the Factory built on the third round, managing to build both the Harbor and the Wharf while sustaining decent production, build the Customs House, and winding up with 60 victory points.
Last night at GC I played two games of Blokus, the latest popular game, which I just seem to suck at. But I also had what may have been my best ever game of Puerto Rico getting the Factory built on the third round, managing to build both the Harbor and the Wharf while sustaining decent production, build the Customs House, and winding up with 60 victory points.
A dream and Dreamhost
Aug. 27th, 2005 09:08 pmY’know what’s distracting? A dream about a sequel to Sky Captain featuring a love scene between Angelina Jolie and Aishwarya Rai, that’s damn distracting, pretty hard to wake up from.
And speaking of things that aren’t lingonberries, I’ve been thinking of starting up my old blog again. Well, more like starting up a new blog, making half-hearted plans to import my old content into it, and then not getting around to it. And more than thinking, I’ve been doing some set-up work, fiddling around with plug-ins and templates.
See, Dreamhost (where I’ve currently got all my domains hosted for only $10/month, and if you decide to sign up with them, be sure to tell them that “avram” referred you, and then I get money) offers one-click installation of WordPress. It actually turned out to be three- or four-click installation (hint: when they say they need a unique name for the database, they mean unique across all of Dreamhost), but still pretty simple. Now I’m cooking up my own theme, figuring out how the Ultimate Tag Warrior plug-in works, and downloading freeware fonts and playing around with color schemes.
I’m not sure why I’m actually doing this. I think it’s partly ’cause I’m just not satisfied keeping all of what I want to say on LJ. But mostly it’s just an impulse, and I’ve been learning to heed my impulses.
Oh, Dreamhost also offers one-click installation for MediaWiki. Anyone else have a hankering for a Lexicon game...?
And speaking of things that aren’t lingonberries, I’ve been thinking of starting up my old blog again. Well, more like starting up a new blog, making half-hearted plans to import my old content into it, and then not getting around to it. And more than thinking, I’ve been doing some set-up work, fiddling around with plug-ins and templates.
See, Dreamhost (where I’ve currently got all my domains hosted for only $10/month, and if you decide to sign up with them, be sure to tell them that “avram” referred you, and then I get money) offers one-click installation of WordPress. It actually turned out to be three- or four-click installation (hint: when they say they need a unique name for the database, they mean unique across all of Dreamhost), but still pretty simple. Now I’m cooking up my own theme, figuring out how the Ultimate Tag Warrior plug-in works, and downloading freeware fonts and playing around with color schemes.
I’m not sure why I’m actually doing this. I think it’s partly ’cause I’m just not satisfied keeping all of what I want to say on LJ. But mostly it’s just an impulse, and I’ve been learning to heed my impulses.
Oh, Dreamhost also offers one-click installation for MediaWiki. Anyone else have a hankering for a Lexicon game...?
Comics shops I’ve known
Jul. 30th, 2005 04:04 pmThis is one of those times I wish I’d been keeping a journal all my life.
I dreamed about a comic books store. A tiny one, one I’m pretty sure used to actually exist, though eventually went out of business, somewhere in Manhattan, somewhere I used to get to occasionally but not too often, though I can’t remember the name of the store or what neighborhood it was in. Near Canal St, maybe? A store with a small selection, where I found one or two weird alternative titles I never saw anywhere else, which I can’t remember the titles of either. This has all the hallmarks of a dream, but dammit, I’m sure it used to really exist.
I’ve been going through all the comics shops I’ve frequented through my life, trying to track it down. Not any of the three locations of Village Comics (the first actual dedicated comics store in my life, and what a discovery that was, I can remember buying Thriller there), not any of the locations of Forbidden Planet (I was a regular customer for years, especially when a friend of mine worked at the 59th St location), not St Marks Comics, not any of the varying locations of Jim Hanley’s (which I discovered when it was in A&S Plaza and I worked at Sir Speedy’s a couple blocks away), not either of the shops I used to frequent during those three years in Rochester (the large one I used to take the bus to from RIT, the small one in the mall I could walk to from my apartment junior year where I first belatedly got into Zot! with the black-and-white issues and picked up most of the color back issues for cover price), not that one on W 23rd that the Malibu group frequents (never really liked that one), not Cosmic Comics (regular stop for years now), or Midtown Comics near Times Square.
Not any of those. Damn, maybe it was a dream. Maybe it’s the archetype of my experience reading comics during the ’80s: I go into a store, and I find a weird little first or second issue I really like, and then never see that title again.
I think I know what started this. One of my co-workers had the last name Nguyen. The first place I encountered that was as the title of a comic: Billy Nguyen. Never saw more than the first issue; picked it up in Rochester, I think.
I dreamed about a comic books store. A tiny one, one I’m pretty sure used to actually exist, though eventually went out of business, somewhere in Manhattan, somewhere I used to get to occasionally but not too often, though I can’t remember the name of the store or what neighborhood it was in. Near Canal St, maybe? A store with a small selection, where I found one or two weird alternative titles I never saw anywhere else, which I can’t remember the titles of either. This has all the hallmarks of a dream, but dammit, I’m sure it used to really exist.
I’ve been going through all the comics shops I’ve frequented through my life, trying to track it down. Not any of the three locations of Village Comics (the first actual dedicated comics store in my life, and what a discovery that was, I can remember buying Thriller there), not any of the locations of Forbidden Planet (I was a regular customer for years, especially when a friend of mine worked at the 59th St location), not St Marks Comics, not any of the varying locations of Jim Hanley’s (which I discovered when it was in A&S Plaza and I worked at Sir Speedy’s a couple blocks away), not either of the shops I used to frequent during those three years in Rochester (the large one I used to take the bus to from RIT, the small one in the mall I could walk to from my apartment junior year where I first belatedly got into Zot! with the black-and-white issues and picked up most of the color back issues for cover price), not that one on W 23rd that the Malibu group frequents (never really liked that one), not Cosmic Comics (regular stop for years now), or Midtown Comics near Times Square.
Not any of those. Damn, maybe it was a dream. Maybe it’s the archetype of my experience reading comics during the ’80s: I go into a store, and I find a weird little first or second issue I really like, and then never see that title again.
I think I know what started this. One of my co-workers had the last name Nguyen. The first place I encountered that was as the title of a comic: Billy Nguyen. Never saw more than the first issue; picked it up in Rochester, I think.
Odd semi-lucid dreaming
Apr. 13th, 2004 10:36 pmStrange dream this morning. I dreamed that I woke up in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bugsybanana’s
Then my (real world) alarm rang, and I woke up, hit snooze, and fell back asleep into the dream, taking with me the knowledge that it was a dream. Bugsy was there now, and I explained to her how she wasn’t really there, because it was a dream. And I noticed the extra room. (Whenever I dream about someplace I’ve lived, there’s always an extra room that wasn’t there in real life; sometimes several. Not always the same room, but sometimes.)
bugsybanana’sThen my (real world) alarm rang, and I woke up, hit snooze, and fell back asleep into the dream, taking with me the knowledge that it was a dream. Bugsy was there now, and I explained to her how she wasn’t really there, because it was a dream. And I noticed the extra room. (Whenever I dream about someplace I’ve lived, there’s always an extra room that wasn’t there in real life; sometimes several. Not always the same room, but sometimes.)
At the end, Ratched wins on points
Jan. 31st, 2004 08:08 pmI was just reminded of a dream I’d had a few days back. In the dream, Rocky and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest had come out in the same year, and Rocky had won the Best Picture Oscar. (In real life, Cuckoo’s Nest won Best Picture for 1975, and Rocky won it for ’76.)
So in the dream I was talking about what might have happened if Cuckoo’s Nest had won, speculating about a line of sequels, each worse than the one before. In Cuckoo’s Nest III Mr T shows up in the hospital, in Cuckoo’s Nest IV McMurphy winds up in a Soviet psychiatric ward, etc.
So in the dream I was talking about what might have happened if Cuckoo’s Nest had won, speculating about a line of sequels, each worse than the one before. In Cuckoo’s Nest III Mr T shows up in the hospital, in Cuckoo’s Nest IV McMurphy winds up in a Soviet psychiatric ward, etc.
