Space stations, dreams, and birthdays.

[wolven7]

wacko1138 (3:29:03 PM, yesterday: 'Someone forgot to add surge protectors to the space station manifest:'

http://www.physorg.com/news101125766.html

That-- Well that just can't be healthy.

I had some dreams, last night, of formats for parking spaces of various apartment complexes being merged into one large structure, and my driving through it, looking for a place to park, that wasn't reserved, or that was reserved for me.

Something, after that, about being in an apartment, again, in what used to be Oaktree and is now Kennsington Station. I was with my aunt, though I had only some how called her on the phone, and not visited; I could see the drinks she had on the top of her fridge, and nothing was caffeeine free. I remember being confused about that, considering my that generation of my family has a generally low tolerance for caffeine.

Next section was about movies, and movies on space stations, in the near future, but with a slight twist back toward the aesthetics of the era between 1920 and 1940. A movie being made that required a lot of the performers, a lot of ehart and soul investments. The movie was a ritual, on the part of the director, but only a few people fully understood what that meant. The producers were controling things, but at a distance. Something about a sit-down with the director, the actors and the star. The then-current president would sweep every room he entered with a spectrometer, to make sure that no one had set traps, or was invisible, waiting for him.

Finally, something about Malcolm X and his giving a speech to Congress, along with the guy who played Col. Taylor, on "A Different World," as a General. They were stopped in the hall, by someone far more millitant than Malcolm, calling both of them sellouts, fro going up in front of the "White Man's Law" or something to that effect. Brother Malcolm realised that there was no talking to him that would satisfy him, and turned about his business.

Dreams are weird. I love them so much.

So, for the last part of the subject, there: My birthday is in just under a month (29 days, to be exact), and I will be turning 25. Please save all boos and cries of "young'un," or similar, until the end. The point is, I live in a very small apartment, at current, and I have been encouraged by my family to have a very large celebration, in honour of the 1/4 Century mark. My question to you, my in or around Metro Atlanta Peeps, is this: Do you want to throw me a birthday party? If you say yes, then all I can promise is that I will do my best to assure that infamy and debauchery follow your name, from that day forward.

I'll also... Well. Heart's desires are a little much to be offering, for a birthday party, but I could definately work to see to it that you get "drunk and laid," if that being your particular "thing."

so, come one, come all! Step right up! The bidding shall begin...

Now.