Dreams of convergence

Rob Zombie - [Bring Her Down (To Crippletown)]--- Avatar-esque dreams, last night involving some sort of quest for something or other.

Sections laster there was me riding a bike down Reverse-DeKalb Avenue (east was west and things were on the opposite sides of the street), and meeting up with raoin in between Horizons and the East Lake MARTA station. SHe was also on a bike, and we both watched as thetrain went by, overhead, making us late for class, or almost. Horizons was still actual west, from the station. (The Beatles - [Eleanor Rigby]). I stopped because I flipped over the handle-bars, and tumbled. I stood up, and Patrick waved to us, and Jacosa was there, along with everyone else I knew from the party, the other night. They are all standing on the corner wating for the bus, but that becomes

The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [My Tank]--- A house that, while small, was still very nice, and spacious, inside. More than enough room for all the people who lived there. They were all standing around in the hallway, now, or the kitchen, or both. I was talking and chatting, and enjoying the commraderie, and so on, when I notice Jacosa kissing a guy much older than she, seemingly to make a point to me, and all assembled. (Pop Will Eat Itself - [Everything's Cool]). Someone, i think it was Sara, made a remark that someone had said that "Damien was theworst something something something" at the party. I asked "Which one? There were two Damiens there. I went to leave, because I had to get to class, and this girl who was like a cross between Molly Rinwald, the girl I know named Amanda, and someone else I vaguely remember from highschool came up to me as I got to the living room and started kissing me. We made out for a little bit, and then I decided that I wouldn't leave, yet, and I made excuses of having forgotten something, at the party. I was about to head down into the basement with her, when I stopped and told her I couldn't, because I had a girlfriend. (Claude Debussy - [Jeux de Vagues]). In the dream we had known each other for years, and had been really close, in hichschool, but she had never thought of me, that way. She broke down and started crying, telling me about her inability to emotionally connect, and how it was starting to freak her out, because she'd had a one-night stand, the other night, and couldn't deal. I told her that it would all be okay, and that I was very sorry.

Went to the bathroom, to clean up (one of three on this floor of the house), and Other, and started thinking about Babylon 5/Battlestar Galactica, and someone dying, and the others writing a poem to his widow about Everything he'd done, the good and the bad, the times he'd refused the advances of other women, the lives he'd saved, the time he gave away thei position to the enemy. All of it. Richard Dean Anderson was there, and there was some kind of memorial being built to the weaponry of the past thousands of years. When it was activated, the General/Emperor was still inside the field radius, and it set off his alert band. The Alien inside sang a song about something or another, and they were all confused; he said "That's because I have Damien," meaning some other Damien.

Tom Waits - [The Black Rider]--- Very strange dreams, those..

Semester starts, today. Don't have much else to say, besides that...

How are you?

Oh wait: From hametsunosaturn UFO Sighting Stats, for the last years.

'A confidential Ministry of Defence report on Unidentified Flying Objects has concluded that there is no proof of alien life forms.'

Voltaire - [God Thinks]--- More Links abot the Dak Matter Modeling, from wacko1138.

Ta.

1) Found by mech_angel, 2) Given by <user site="livejournal.com

DeathBoy - [Lullaby]--- 1) Scientists Find Dynamic Co-Creation of Chaos and Order; Catch Up With The Rest of Us.

If you like these links, why aren't you reading mech_angel's journal, too? She's where i get a good chunk of this shit. Her, and then some other people who give it to me specifically to get it out in the world.

Every time, every time! this happens, people seem to forget that others got there first, thousands of years ago. A lot of what science is doing seems to be coming in behind and saying "Yep, now we can repeat it!" As if that makes it more "real." It happened. It happens. If I try really hard, I can make it happen every second of your life, for the rest of your life, which you would probably then beg me to make shorter.

Anyway. 2) Didn't you read the damn song title? DeathBoy songs are tending to be links, these days, if you've not noticed. Click it. Love it. Buy it.

The end.

I think I've come upon a problem:

Panacea - [Shiver]--- Every time i hear the word "thesis" come out of someone's mouth, or see it written by another, in the context of a condescending e-mail, perhaps as if I'm some retarded man-child, who simply doesn't understand "the way things are done," I feel this mild pang of... Wait. What's it called, again...?

BLINDING UNFATHOMABLE RAGE

that kind of makes me feel like I might tear someones eyes out, feed them to them, and then shove hot pokers in the eye-holes.

Just a heads-up.

{Duke Ellington - [El Gato]--- Strike that. Reverse it.

My father has brought something to my attention: This may be what they want. Why, you ask, would they possibly want something like that? Because they want me gone if I can't take that, and focus it into something useful. If I can't turn this rage into a laser scalpel, then what am I doing?

If I can't say "You're wrong, and here are the list of irrefutable reasons why," then what am I doing?

Time to take another look.

Commence Test 4, as it were.}