Pastiche, approximation, and Whitechapel
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kitsuchan, with bakeneko. I jump offstage, and into the crowd, when it's over, to co-ordinate meetings and people.
A walk down a street, through an enourmous comic store to which I've never been, with my mother andmech_angel, finding things they want, wiching I could buy them for them. My mother calls me on the phone, and I'm her office, where I work, too, and I'm a novelty. Everyone wants to talk to me, give me information, or treat me like a sideshow. Something about words or phrases written on pieces of paper that weren't mine, a newspaper I didn't buy, but belonged to me.
Wandering up and down my great aunt's street, my grandmother's streets, I'm ansilarily connected to some organisation, which is trying to protect someone, or something, and it's like the Secret Service, only moreso, and we're testing our ability to spot a gun, from a mile. I tell them how far a mile is, and send them off, while holdnig a crossbow, in the windowpointed down the way, through the trees. Flashes of all the other sections of dream. I go after them, because something terrible has happened, but I don't have my boots. I end up running back through some park on the east side of the neighbourhood. Through a golf course or maybe that's someone else's dream.
I get back to the party, and Eddy Nahmias is there, along with various other professors. It feels like Christmas, with family, is the setting.techiecl and I are playing the "let's name Continental Philosophers" game, to see who can be more obscure. This goes on, for a while, with me trying to eat two antacid tablets, at once, and they're foaming strangely.
The television is broken, andmech_angel and I have come to see raoin and Patrick, to hang out, watch TV, and read comics. The Tv is the one from "The Lost Room." Folded across every section: My DVDs are stuck in the player, and I didn't even know you could load multiples, into the drive, or that there was a built-in storage compartment. Soemthing in the single section about me and mech_angel needing to leave, because if the TV's broken, then something has gone horribly wrong. We back slowly out of the room. I wake up
All the rooms, houses, streets, whatever, were part of the same mental edifice. It was like set-dressing on a stage.
Squarepusher - [District Line II]--- I'm still tired, so I think I'm going to go back to sleep, for about 30 minutes.
Here's some interesting thoughts, from Eddie Campbell, about the new murders in London, drawing, and his cute a button daughter: "I used to think Alan [Moore] was making too much of the recurrence of names and odd details in the Whitechapel Murder cases, but here it is all over, with a Police Superintendent Gull, and one of the victims named Nicholls."
Morning.
kitsuchan, with bakeneko. I jump offstage, and into the crowd, when it's over, to co-ordinate meetings and people.A walk down a street, through an enourmous comic store to which I've never been, with my mother and
mech_angel, finding things they want, wiching I could buy them for them. My mother calls me on the phone, and I'm her office, where I work, too, and I'm a novelty. Everyone wants to talk to me, give me information, or treat me like a sideshow. Something about words or phrases written on pieces of paper that weren't mine, a newspaper I didn't buy, but belonged to me.Wandering up and down my great aunt's street, my grandmother's streets, I'm ansilarily connected to some organisation, which is trying to protect someone, or something, and it's like the Secret Service, only moreso, and we're testing our ability to spot a gun, from a mile. I tell them how far a mile is, and send them off, while holdnig a crossbow, in the windowpointed down the way, through the trees. Flashes of all the other sections of dream. I go after them, because something terrible has happened, but I don't have my boots. I end up running back through some park on the east side of the neighbourhood. Through a golf course or maybe that's someone else's dream.
I get back to the party, and Eddy Nahmias is there, along with various other professors. It feels like Christmas, with family, is the setting.
techiecl and I are playing the "let's name Continental Philosophers" game, to see who can be more obscure. This goes on, for a while, with me trying to eat two antacid tablets, at once, and they're foaming strangely.The television is broken, and
mech_angel and I have come to see raoin and Patrick, to hang out, watch TV, and read comics. The Tv is the one from "The Lost Room." Folded across every section: My DVDs are stuck in the player, and I didn't even know you could load multiples, into the drive, or that there was a built-in storage compartment. Soemthing in the single section about me and mech_angel needing to leave, because if the TV's broken, then something has gone horribly wrong. We back slowly out of the room. I wake upAll the rooms, houses, streets, whatever, were part of the same mental edifice. It was like set-dressing on a stage.
Squarepusher - [District Line II]--- I'm still tired, so I think I'm going to go back to sleep, for about 30 minutes.
Here's some interesting thoughts, from Eddie Campbell, about the new murders in London, drawing, and his cute a button daughter: "I used to think Alan [Moore] was making too much of the recurrence of names and odd details in the Whitechapel Murder cases, but here it is all over, with a Police Superintendent Gull, and one of the victims named Nicholls."
Morning.
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Date: 2006-12-14 03:20 pm (UTC)the old one, as you may remember, never did have the ability to play cable, or get signal from free broadcasts.
well it started doing this thing where the picture would slowly creep up the screen, and if you turned it off and back on it would jump back into place. or if you hit the tv.
we needed to get a new one because otherwise there would be no entertainment at patrick's place and we would be reduced to reading books at each other by florescent light... which is not to say that isnt awesome and old-time-y, but that eventually we all need to play video games and watch movies. especially when no one else is there to read to you.
the new one's much better. and if one day we can afford to have cable, we can actually watch cable on this one. plus it has enough outlets to actually hook a stereo system up to it! so if we ever get a working one of those then we'll have surround sound too!
you can come over at watch movies on this tv anytime you want. i dont expect it to be broken any time soon, if it knows what's good for it.
*nods*
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Date: 2006-12-15 06:58 pm (UTC)