Dream|Reality

June 9th; there's a mystery on the road tonight

Dream: Dreams about Shannon, again...I dreamed he came to my door, looking for someone who wasn't me. i told them that they weren't there, and then just stood and looked at him..looked into him. I invited him in, and gave him some tea. He asked me why I was being so nice to him. I told him I had been taught it was polite to be respectful to the dead. When he protected that he wasn't dead, I told him he was, because the Shannon I had known would have died before he would have left me. At this, he rose and swung a fist at me, but it passed through my body...and I said, "You're dead. Lie down." And he disappeared, looking very startled. Obviously, my subconscious isn't quite finished processing the breakup.

The Moment CD:Spilt Milk, Jellyfish Book: Woman on the Edge of Time, Marge Piercy Outside:lots of boats on the Ship Canal Doing: scrambling for a deadline Link: Bruno! Horoscope: "The arms of a lover cannot conceal you; they are not a hiding spot."   {{previous}} | {{next}} archives | reads | home   "when two and two are five you're gonna go to work like any other day things might be quite different your god might be an angry one your desk might catch on fire the church will hold a picnic and jesus and elvis will get in free meanwhile, i'm gonna sleep all day get half drunk each night be the nothing that is i'll be the nothing that will be" The Story, "when two and two are five"

Reality: Omigawd. hi! Three officially cool things happened yesterday. first, I logged onto Depths (a new bbs a friend of mine is running) and got made an 'op. Which means that I can reach the height of my potential to be a benevolent dictator. So far, I've created a few rooms, validated a few users, dreamed a little dream....(oh, wait, nevermind.) Second, I got re-invited to design hell.org. The site has potential to be one hell of a resume piece. It gets a lot of hits just from people wondering if it exists, and that's a lot of random people seeing designs that will be mostly mine. Third (and potentially the coolest), I got some email from Warren Ellis, the guy who writes Transmetropolitan, one of the best comics out there right now. He asked me, "So what would it take to get you to redesign www.warrenellis.com?" OH. MY. GAWD. I'd do it just for the cool factor, though the resume piece will be nice, too. Me. Warren Ellis' Web site. *swoon* Sorry. Do I sound a little excited? Maybe it's because I am. So that's yesterday so far in a nutshell. Muah. ohyeah. If you want to try out Depths, telnet to depths.hell.org. It's kind of aimed at Seattle types, but we're accepting just about anyone right now. And, if you're someone who knows I don't like you....do you really want to be logging in to somewhere that I have that kind of power? So I run into Mike a couple of days ago, and he's telling me all about the Internet cooperative he's running. They have office space downtown, they have part of a T1, they have machine racks and lots of hardware. And, if I join, i can put boxes on the Net down there, and transfer Madstop to a machine that I control. I'm thinking seriously about this. I'm kind of a newbie-type when it comes to unix, but what I don't know i can learn if I need to. So this requires a naming scheme for the Madstop machines. Maybe I'll stick with dragons....hm. Or people mentioned in Gödel, Escher, Bach! It's notable that two of my exes have made it on to the Warthogs of the Web page. I have half a mind to send them a picture of yet another ex, and of this girl I don't like... I'm not QUITE that petty. not yet, anyway. Yet, of course, being the operative word. I seem to have a problem with doing shit that I know i'm going to regret later these days. Such is life, i suppose; I keep forgetting that it always takes me a while to truly pick myself up after bad stuff happens to me. Let's see. I found out that I have two standing offers for random sex this weekend. *giggle* Maybe. I'm really enamored of my favorite girl right now, and i'm working so much that most of my sex drive has been sublimated into that. Besides, maybe right now I need to be alone for a while, and concentrate on making myself happy, rather than trying to negotiate the sticky strands that come with any sort of sexual relationship. Maybe I finally can say 'no' for myself. We'll see.

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