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May. 28th, 2007 09:23 amI dreamed, last night, that, during a robotic, apocalyptic revolution, I helped Leela and a Robotic Jonathan Frakes get married.
This was after we stood in line, talking with people we knew, waiting for registration services, in the Side Hall (the main hall was like Union Station, and my mom's sister worked there). It used to be an old german bunker, but had be transformed into a decommisioning whatsits. By being there, I changed the purpose of it, and people weren't afraid to go down there, any more. Something about being in line with people I know, helping them pick lottery numbers, and helping run the lines. My dad's sister worked one oif the lines. Most of the numbers were the co-ordinates form the Volvo Treasure Hunt game. Wit each combination of numbers, the computer would give you the likelihood of your winning, and the guy I was helping I knew from middle and high school. At one point it gave him "*(((((((f" as his chances of winning. Then the wedding thing.
Why I'm awake at 8.50am, I could not fucking tell you. The smoke and the bad air are finally starting to get to me, I think. So, like Mister Waits said: "It's the same old world/ But nothing looks the same/ Make it rain/ Make it rain."
I was serious, by the way, about that cookout. I know many of you probably already have plans, but, if not, and you have my number, give me a call. We'll see what's what.We can add a little to the smoke and the haze, but at least it'll be delicious.
I'm going to go eat something, and feed the cat, so he'll shut up.
This was after we stood in line, talking with people we knew, waiting for registration services, in the Side Hall (the main hall was like Union Station, and my mom's sister worked there). It used to be an old german bunker, but had be transformed into a decommisioning whatsits. By being there, I changed the purpose of it, and people weren't afraid to go down there, any more. Something about being in line with people I know, helping them pick lottery numbers, and helping run the lines. My dad's sister worked one oif the lines. Most of the numbers were the co-ordinates form the Volvo Treasure Hunt game. Wit each combination of numbers, the computer would give you the likelihood of your winning, and the guy I was helping I knew from middle and high school. At one point it gave him "*(((((((f" as his chances of winning. Then the wedding thing.
Why I'm awake at 8.50am, I could not fucking tell you. The smoke and the bad air are finally starting to get to me, I think. So, like Mister Waits said: "It's the same old world/ But nothing looks the same/ Make it rain/ Make it rain."
I was serious, by the way, about that cookout. I know many of you probably already have plans, but, if not, and you have my number, give me a call. We'll see what's what.We can add a little to the smoke and the haze, but at least it'll be delicious.
I'm going to go eat something, and feed the cat, so he'll shut up.
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Date: 2007-05-28 03:59 pm (UTC)BY THE WAY... I hate calling things holidays. too close to holy-day. Or worse is the phrase "Bank holiday." I think I'm going to go look and see if there is a thesaurus that can help me with this problem.
Damn that wasn't much help... best I've really got for a no religious day without using holiday is commemoration or festival.
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-28 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-28 05:33 pm (UTC)And yeah, if it's not a Holy Day, then how is it a holiday? Unless all days are holy, and recreation is the holiest of all...
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Date: 2007-05-28 08:37 pm (UTC)Leela
Date: 2007-05-28 06:20 pm (UTC)Re: Leela
Date: 2007-05-28 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-28 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-28 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-29 04:42 am (UTC)