"I gotta say, it was a good day..."

Rammstein - [Halleluja]--- Just got home. Had a devil of a time, getting to work, today. Holiday, and all. Stupid MARTA and their "We Hate Money" schedules. Anyway, beard was kind enough to give me a ride, in, and mr_hinzelmann was kind enough to give me a ride Home, in exchange for manual labour. He and his new roommates are moving, this weekend, so i helped. They are nice, and have kittens. Went to Waffle House, with mr_hinzelmann and Chaundeny, after moving, and now i am home. And tired.

Today at work was full of interesting customers, and good conversations. (Moxy Früvous - [Bittersweet]). It helped make up for the stress of getting there.

There were a lot of times, today, when i would speak someone's name, and they would show up, or call me on my cell phone, directly after... There are certain traditions which say that that means i have something valuable enough of theirs that they come when i call, or that we are intrinsically tied.

I wonder, sometimes, about the nature of my connection to you all. Do you come, when I speak your name? Do you answer, hundreds of miles away, and not know whether you just heard what you think you did? Do you Know that you heard it, and who it was? (Tori Amos - [Spark]). Do you come because i called you, or do I call you, because part of me knows you're coming?

Read as many entendre into that, as you see fit.

Have you ever spoken my name, and heard me respond, over distance? Have I called you, two seconds after?

I always like to know what you were saying about me, before i answered.... It just helps to be able to share the joke. I promise, most of the time, I won't be offended.

I've also noticed that, though i say it when it happens, no one Ever says "speak of the Devil," when I appear or call, after they have, in fact, spoken of me. I find that strange.

Anyway, i'm tired and rambling. Answer my questions, please; I'm going to bed.

Dream Well

If i ask you a question, will you answer?

I dreamed of talking to a high-level government agent who was posing as a music store owner. The music store was the FYE, in the mall. The mall was also School, and there were children whom I'd taught, there. There were pieces of art, and i was spending my time talking them off walls, in a corridor, by one of the parking decks, rather than working, because someone's art show was over, and they were dead. Michelle (the one who died, in Florida) was working at The Tinder Box, and having an argument with a girl i see around, often, who looks just like her.

VNV Nation - [Darkangel (Apocalyptic Mix by Das Ich)]--- Anyway, in talking to the government guy, i told him that i know they don't play around with audible manipulation, and music, much, anymore, but the next time they start, they should use a crunchier, he3avier base, deep, and with some reverberation. He started asking me technical questions about it, and i told him; length of notes, changes in tone, depth, et cetera. I walked away, and left him to deal with customers. I walked down toward It's About Time, with Seth, and woke up.

Earlier i dreamed about horrible adaptaions of a Batman/Punisher movie, where they were the same person, and Spider-Man was there, too.

Björk - [Scatterheart]--- Bob's birthday party is tonight. I don't know how much he knows, but, if you know bob, you should show up. It'll be great.

Off to buy a MARTA card. Stupid thing...

Good bye


{1.04pm EDT: Also, ladymerrydeath was in my dream, too.}