Dreams of meetings
Feb. 15th, 2008 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Oingo Boingo - [Just Another Day]--- Dreams of meeting Tom Waits and having random-assed conversations with him, as if we'd known each other, for years.
Something else about trying to make it to several parties, at New Years, all at once. I was 11.56pm, when we made plans to start going places. Trying to get everywhere, while watching the events of the world unfold on television.
Reading a comic/watching a scene from the Omniscient vantage, a smoke filled back room filled with magically inclined comics creators, talking about their comics and their experiences. (Covenant - [Sweet & Salty]). Alan Moore was there and not there, fading in and out of the room, when he didn't want to be seen, but he was standing directly behind Grant Morrison, who had long curly hair and appeared to be sitting. There was someone else, who was talking about cow worship, and there were monkey-men worshipping someone's gorrilla totem (I blame KMFDM). There were others, but I didn't know them The monkey-men carried the totem off into another room, and ther ewas some random alien-looking guy, standing in the doorwar ("doorwar?" It stays...), all alone, talking to his invisible companion about how alone they are. I think he was supposed to be The Doctor as a Grey Alien. (God Lives Underwater - [Intro]). I got a chance to look at everyone more carefully, now. Grant Morrison wasn't sitting. He had tiny goat legs. (Warren Zevon - [Gridlock]). The cow-worship individual was riding a red cow. Alan Moore was Alan Moore.
I left the back room view, and went back out into the diner. I sat down and watched as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittenspeaks waited tables, around us, and I called her by her full first name, and she looked at me, as if she didn't know me. Slowly, recognition clicked suddenly into place. There were other women, there in the diner, with whom I'd lost contac, who didn't remember me. Sitting in the diner, post-party., a feeling of party accomplishment, like I've not felt in years.
The song "Gridlock" just took on a... very strange meaning for me. (The Lounge Lizards - [I Remember Coney Island]). Thinking about it, in conjunction with the fact that most of the magicians I know do at least a Little work with/through Technology, I just realised that there needs to be more of a distributed networking model in mind, rather than a resource-tapping model, or the throughput is going to get all screwed up, and we're going to cause system lag.
Got me?
I should go exercise and eat.
Good morning. We're going to have a great day.
Something else about trying to make it to several parties, at New Years, all at once. I was 11.56pm, when we made plans to start going places. Trying to get everywhere, while watching the events of the world unfold on television.
Reading a comic/watching a scene from the Omniscient vantage, a smoke filled back room filled with magically inclined comics creators, talking about their comics and their experiences. (Covenant - [Sweet & Salty]). Alan Moore was there and not there, fading in and out of the room, when he didn't want to be seen, but he was standing directly behind Grant Morrison, who had long curly hair and appeared to be sitting. There was someone else, who was talking about cow worship, and there were monkey-men worshipping someone's gorrilla totem (I blame KMFDM). There were others, but I didn't know them The monkey-men carried the totem off into another room, and ther ewas some random alien-looking guy, standing in the doorwar ("doorwar?" It stays...), all alone, talking to his invisible companion about how alone they are. I think he was supposed to be The Doctor as a Grey Alien. (God Lives Underwater - [Intro]). I got a chance to look at everyone more carefully, now. Grant Morrison wasn't sitting. He had tiny goat legs. (Warren Zevon - [Gridlock]). The cow-worship individual was riding a red cow. Alan Moore was Alan Moore.
I left the back room view, and went back out into the diner. I sat down and watched as
kittenspeaks waited tables, around us, and I called her by her full first name, and she looked at me, as if she didn't know me. Slowly, recognition clicked suddenly into place. There were other women, there in the diner, with whom I'd lost contac, who didn't remember me. Sitting in the diner, post-party., a feeling of party accomplishment, like I've not felt in years.The song "Gridlock" just took on a... very strange meaning for me. (The Lounge Lizards - [I Remember Coney Island]). Thinking about it, in conjunction with the fact that most of the magicians I know do at least a Little work with/through Technology, I just realised that there needs to be more of a distributed networking model in mind, rather than a resource-tapping model, or the throughput is going to get all screwed up, and we're going to cause system lag.
Got me?
I should go exercise and eat.
Good morning. We're going to have a great day.
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Date: 2008-02-15 08:53 pm (UTC)Miss you!!!
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Date: 2008-02-15 11:53 pm (UTC)Miss you, too.
I cannot stress enought that I knowhow stupid I am
Date: 2008-02-16 05:08 am (UTC)And as for why doesn't this stupid whore go call her family on ger cell phone>
Why she's upstairs and her phone is 100% hostage downstage/ Which makes her only partially hostage but very uncomfortable
daftpink on IM
would give cell phone # if not for lack of padlock
fully recogzine how stupid this is, but desperate times as they say
Re: I cannot stress enought that I knowhow stupid I am
Date: 2008-02-16 06:49 am (UTC)nothing
Date: 2008-02-16 12:30 pm (UTC)supid.
Re: nothing
Date: 2008-02-16 03:22 pm (UTC)