Jun 292004

My Best Friend is _kosh_
Our 4 common interests are: men, movies, sci-fi, sushi
Who is your best friend?

Created by macoto

nerdimus_prime and _kosh_ share 4 interests.
nerdimus_prime and agent00groovey share 1 interest.
nerdimus_prime and evanrudemi share 1 interest.
nerdimus_prime and jamie95 share 2 interests.
nerdimus_prime and jenn5k share 0 interests.
nerdimus_prime and jermicideclean share 0 interests.
nerdimus_prime and odysseyseven share 1 interest.
nerdimus_prime and roadster_guy share 3 interests.

 Posted by at 7:24 am
Jun 282004

I’ve felt like crap all day; run down and generally unwell, but not specifically sick with anything in particular. I finally left work at about 12:30, came home, and went straight to bed. Just woke up about 20 minutes ago and, while I don’t feel energetic, I do feel a bit better than before. I hope I shake off whatever it is quickly, I don’t want to get sick, especially during the summer.

I was just thinking the other day that it’d been a long time since I’d remembered any dreams, but last night and this afternoon made up for it.

I dreamed I was a ghost wandering the halls of an old, run down hospital that was still in use. I remember entering a patient lounge area where some old men were sitting listlessly on couches, then moved on to an open ward where a young guy got off his bed and came toward me. I got ready to try and scare him but felt bad about doing it.

I dreamed I was with three people who were trying to do some magic ritual to seal a demon of some kind into a jewel box with a stained-glass lid. There was a huge sense of urgency to it at the beginning, but my alarm clock kept going off. I’d hit snooze and go back into the dream, but with each return the sense of urgency decreased, and the people doing the ritual got less and less interested in bothering with it.

During my nap I dreamed about a group of magical rebels fighting a Nazi-like regime, most of whom were captured and tortured, including myself. I’d used a spell to block the memory of the pain, but I remember a lot of screaming throughout the whole place. It all had a very Shadowrun feel to it: more magical cyberpunk than Harry Potter. The dream picked up after we’d escaped or were released (can’t remember which), and the Allies were liberating the country. I was walking down a road when enemy fighters went overhead, and Allied AA guns hidden in a farmhouse opened fire, bringing down half of the fighters. Running from the wreckage were two of the heads of the prison where we’d been held. I passed one of them and we exchanged words, with him saying something like it wasn’t my place to take vengeance on him. As he moved past me I cast a spell, grabbed the air as if grabbing his head and legs, and twisted. From behind me I heard screams and snapping bones. Guess it was my place after all.

From there I was in my grandmother’s house, shortly after the war, and I was explaining everything I’d done and what had happened to me, when a storm blew up and the weather warnings on the TV got increasingly worse. When they said a tornado had touched down I looked out the back door to see one on the ground, headed toward us. I got the doors and windows shut, and got Mom and Grandma into the basement as the house started to shake.

Then I woke up and laid there listening to the noises outside, thinking that maybe the dream was a warning about the real weather. But no, it’s still bright and sunny out as I write this.

 Posted by at 5:59 pm
Jun 242004

One of my coworkers has an open box of chocolate frosted donettes on his desk, free for the taking. I had one. Man, I miss sugar and chocolate, but I can see why I need to not eat it. After just one I found myself craving another one. Badly. Not just, “I think I’d like another one”, but “I WANT ANOTHER ONE!”. I got a diet Coke instead, to fill me up. On the plus side, I’m still down 9 lbs.

 Posted by at 8:48 am
Jun 222004
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 Posted by at 9:15 am
Jun 212004

Last night I dreamed that my mom accidentally killed one of the Olsen twins.

I didn’t know the details at first, I just knew that one of them was dead, but couldn’t find any information on it. I was searching the web but not finding anything current, then realized I had their first names wrong. I found a reference to Ashley dying in some horrible accident, and Mary-Kate was totally distraught. The scene changed and I was standing with my mom near a semi-trailer-sized dumpster, which was full of garbage, next to a building. Mom was pretty upset and explained what happened:

“She was going to fall off the building so she aimed for the dumpster. She went in and I heard her say, ‘I’m ok, I made it!’. I turned around just for a second, and when I turned back I’d lost her and she drowned!”

I remember shaking my head and thinking, “Why did it have to be my mother, of all people…?” Although technically she didn’t *kill* her, she just didn’t save her from dying. I wonder if could go back into the dream and give her a medal.

There’s an irony here: an Olsen twin drowing in garbage. The disappointing thing is, there was room in that dumpster for the both of them.

 Posted by at 10:10 am
Jun 212004

Ok, I’m tired of seeing all these great photo ops while driving or walking around, and never having anything to take a picture with. I don’t know that I want to replace my phone with a camera phone, but carrying a camera 24/7 just wouldn’t happen. I already feel like I lug around more gadgets than Batman. My current camera, that roadster_guy handed down to me when he got his new one, is okay enough but it’s too big and too slow to shoot. Most everyone I know has the Canon Powershot (Sureshot? EZShot? EZBake? I don’t remember…Ok, found it. It’s the Powershot S400) and loves it, so I suppose that’s an option. The other day Aaron showed me a really small digicam with no viewscreen that, if I remember right, is small enough to hook to a keyring.

Just tried finding it, but no luck. roadster_guy, do you remember where you saw it?

Anyway, it was a busy weekend: Jamie95‘s dance recital Saturday afternoon, which was…long. Some of the dances were pretty cool, and they were all short, but the whole show ran on for 3 hours. I could hardly feel my butt by the time it was over. The little kids especially were really cute wobbling around on stage. Jamie was really good, wish his performance had gone on a bit longer. Jamie, I think you missed your calling. πŸ˜‰

Right after that we drove up to Caro, to Rick and Sarah’s Midsummer party weekend. They have an acre of mostly wooded land, and a bunch of people had camped out there only a short walk from the fully stocked bar in the garage. We had a great time, totally blew the diet, I got a bit buzzed, and we basically laughed ourselves sick.

Then it was down to Port Huron to Aaron’s parents’ beach house. We got there about 1:30am, after a brief stop so Aaron could pick up a speeding ticket. That is the first time I’ve ever seen a cop down that road, which is in the middle of Nowhere, Michigan. Luckily he only wrote it up for 5 over the limit (instead of the actual 20), so it could have been worse. The next morning Aaron made Father’s Day breakfast, then the three of us did a bit of shopping in Port Huron.

Finally got home about 4:30(?) yesterday, then had company over for a few hours, grilled some pork chops, played some City of Heroes (made level 19 with Wire, woohoo!) then bed.

EDIT: Aaron sent me the link to the key ring camera. Seems pretty cool, even though it’s only 1.3 megapixels and 64MB of memory. http://www.doyourthing.philips.com/tt_camera_key_rings_features.cfml

 Posted by at 8:40 am
Jun 182004

Surprisingly even after over nine months, I was still able to get my 10 gauge ring back in with almost zero effort. I wasn’t even really trying to put it back, just seeing if it could be done at all, when it popped right back in. It’s kind of weird having a PA again, but I sort of missed it. Now I’m getting the urge to go to a 6 gauge. Where does it end?!

I’m pretty sure no one really needed to know any of this, but isn’t that what LJ is for? Sharing too much information with friends and complete strangers? ;P

 Posted by at 9:47 am
Jun 142004

It must be the rainy weather, because even though I like watching it rain, I’ve been gloomy all morning and having all kinds of morbid thoughts about death and war and torture and man’s inhumanity to man. I was on the verge of firing up some Bauhaus to make my descent into angst complete when the sun came out and the caffeine from the Diet Coke hit my system. Now, instead of being hopelessly morose about the state of the world, I’m merely cheerfully pessimistic.

It was a really productive weekend: Aaron and I did a lot of work getting the condo in order. He put up all the blinds and reorganized the kitchen counters and cupboards, I cleaned out the office, reorganized the linen/towel closet, wired up the entertainment center in the living room, and did all my laundry. Jamie came over last night and got the back patio garden weeded and trimmed between bouts of rain before Aaron made dinner. There’s still a lot to do, mostly in the basement, but that’s a full day project all by itself.

Of interest to my fellow nerds, I also picked up a new cable router since my generic CompUSA brand started flaking out and dropping our net connection at random. I got a D-Link DI-604 and it has really improved our connection. Pages load noticeably faster and it has a built-in SPI firewall with a customizable rulebase that seems more flexible than ZoneAlarm. We could conceivably remove ZA from our PCs, but I’d rather have the second layer of protection. Today after work I need to hardcode our internal IPs by MAC address so my port forwarding doesn’t get screwed up if we turn on the computers in the wrong order. /geekspeak off

 Posted by at 10:08 am
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