Well, Halloween is just around the corner. I bought a pumpkin earlier this week to carve tomorrow. Today, I was out with Harry to see Superman Returns again, this time at the cheap theater. Afterwards, we stopped by a store to get some stuff, and I got myself a black, raggedy robe to use in my costume for this year.
In pet spider news, I caught a few critters to feed to Peter this week. A few days ago, I found a centipede-like bug in the hall and gave it to Peter. Today, I found a small spider in my room behind some stuff I moved to vacuum, so I gave it to Peter (who pounced right on it when it hit his web).
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Another weekend and a nice surprise.
Well, another weekend has passed. On Friday, I taped another episode of the new season of "Doctor Who" on Sci Fi. Saturday morning, I had some dreams about being the Doctor, though I can't recall much about them. In the last dream, I remember being bitten by a poisonous snake that I thought was dead, then I shook off the effects of the bite and used a knife to kill the snake in a rather gruesome manner (can you say "filet o' snake?"). Saturday afternoon, Harry, Liz, and I went to see The Prestige. It was darker than I expected, but it kind of had a happy ending. Saturday night, I had a nice surprise: I found the Mega Bloks Spidey kit I had been looking for the past few months online.
In pet spider news, Peter II is missing, presumed eaten and/or dead. I didn't see Peter eat him, but there is a lot of anthropod debris in the bottom of the jar. Peter could have caught and eaten him overnight, then flung the remains into Peter's garbage pile. I gave him another spider I caught in the kitchen on Saturday morning, a small shiny brown spider I found in a web in the corner near the dishwasher. This spider tried to fake me out by playing dead, but I know most of the tricks in your average spider's book. I placed the curled-up spider in Peter's web. As far as I can tell, Peter got to him before I went to see the movie with Harry and Liz. Peter appeared to be feeding on him shortly before I left for the movie.
In pet spider news, Peter II is missing, presumed eaten and/or dead. I didn't see Peter eat him, but there is a lot of anthropod debris in the bottom of the jar. Peter could have caught and eaten him overnight, then flung the remains into Peter's garbage pile. I gave him another spider I caught in the kitchen on Saturday morning, a small shiny brown spider I found in a web in the corner near the dishwasher. This spider tried to fake me out by playing dead, but I know most of the tricks in your average spider's book. I placed the curled-up spider in Peter's web. As far as I can tell, Peter got to him before I went to see the movie with Harry and Liz. Peter appeared to be feeding on him shortly before I left for the movie.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Life in general, the weekend.
Well, my sleeping habits haven't been great this week. I kept telling myself I would go to bed early, only to stay up until (if not past) 9:30 pm most nights (and till midnight last night). Even those nights I did get to bed before 9:30 pm were often followed by me waking up earlier than my alarm and not getting back to sleep. Consequently, I drank a lot of Dew at work.
Speaking of work, my coworker Tony actually said he loved Debby yesterday (Friday the 13th). She wasn't in the room at the time, and he was probably joking when he said it, but it seemed like a confession to me. Another fun thing yesterday was Tony deciding we should pick nations for ourselves. Since it was his idea, he picked himself to be the U.S.A. I called dibs on China since my "protective screen" (a construct of black metal grids connected by slotted plastic joiners that I made to protect myself from rubber bands a former coworker used to fire at me) made me think of the Great Wall of China (and since I had the most seniority in our area). Debby was designated as France (since she "hates" the U.S.A.), Sanjay (the guy who sits across the aisle from Debby) as Canada, Julia (the gal who sits across the aisle from me) as Russia, Tudy (who sits behind Julia) as North Korea, Chester (the guy who sits across the aisle from Tudy) as the U.N. (technically not an individual nation, but his role in our area made that the logical designation), Brett (the guy who sits in the desk across the aisle from Tony) as Iran, and Pat (the gal who sits between Sanjay and Brett) as Iraq.
In pet spider news, I have been checking on my pet spider (Peter) and the small spider I had thrown in with him a few days ago (Peter II). Peter II was a tiny spider I found in the living room after I dug the removable lining of my winter coat out of the closet. I suspected he had been hiding in the lining and decided to throw him in with Peter since it was too cold outside for me to free him from the apartment. I had captured a few ants at work this past week and threw them into Peter's jar, but they somehow avoided getting caught in Peter's web. In fact, I have watched one of them walking around on the inside of the jar for the past few days. Anyway, my initial thought was that Peter would eat the smaller spider, but (like the ants) Peter II has evaded Peter. Peter II sits on a silk threads above Peter's main platform web and seemed not to notice a few times when the last ant (I'm certain the first ant I tossed in this week died, though it may have been of starvation instead of predation) practically walked right under him.
Today, I kept pretty busy, but found time for fun. I worked on laundry and vacuumed my bedroom. I had lunch and went to see The Ant Bully with Harry. After the movie, we ran some of Harry's errand and checked out this seasonal store with a Halloween theme. I was impressed by their vast selection of costumes, masks, and accessories. I saw a skeleton costume that fit what I was thinking of wearing to work this year for the annual Halloween costume competition, but the price was a bit high for my liking. The thing I really want to get it a shirt with a skeletal print of the torso and arms to go with my mask and skeleton gloves.
Speaking of work, my coworker Tony actually said he loved Debby yesterday (Friday the 13th). She wasn't in the room at the time, and he was probably joking when he said it, but it seemed like a confession to me. Another fun thing yesterday was Tony deciding we should pick nations for ourselves. Since it was his idea, he picked himself to be the U.S.A. I called dibs on China since my "protective screen" (a construct of black metal grids connected by slotted plastic joiners that I made to protect myself from rubber bands a former coworker used to fire at me) made me think of the Great Wall of China (and since I had the most seniority in our area). Debby was designated as France (since she "hates" the U.S.A.), Sanjay (the guy who sits across the aisle from Debby) as Canada, Julia (the gal who sits across the aisle from me) as Russia, Tudy (who sits behind Julia) as North Korea, Chester (the guy who sits across the aisle from Tudy) as the U.N. (technically not an individual nation, but his role in our area made that the logical designation), Brett (the guy who sits in the desk across the aisle from Tony) as Iran, and Pat (the gal who sits between Sanjay and Brett) as Iraq.
In pet spider news, I have been checking on my pet spider (Peter) and the small spider I had thrown in with him a few days ago (Peter II). Peter II was a tiny spider I found in the living room after I dug the removable lining of my winter coat out of the closet. I suspected he had been hiding in the lining and decided to throw him in with Peter since it was too cold outside for me to free him from the apartment. I had captured a few ants at work this past week and threw them into Peter's jar, but they somehow avoided getting caught in Peter's web. In fact, I have watched one of them walking around on the inside of the jar for the past few days. Anyway, my initial thought was that Peter would eat the smaller spider, but (like the ants) Peter II has evaded Peter. Peter II sits on a silk threads above Peter's main platform web and seemed not to notice a few times when the last ant (I'm certain the first ant I tossed in this week died, though it may have been of starvation instead of predation) practically walked right under him.
Today, I kept pretty busy, but found time for fun. I worked on laundry and vacuumed my bedroom. I had lunch and went to see The Ant Bully with Harry. After the movie, we ran some of Harry's errand and checked out this seasonal store with a Halloween theme. I was impressed by their vast selection of costumes, masks, and accessories. I saw a skeleton costume that fit what I was thinking of wearing to work this year for the annual Halloween costume competition, but the price was a bit high for my liking. The thing I really want to get it a shirt with a skeletal print of the torso and arms to go with my mask and skeleton gloves.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Saturday stuff.
Well, today was a pretty good day. I worked on my laundry, watched some cartoons on the CW (including a new episode of "The Batman"). Harry and I were going to see Superman Returns at the cheap theater (we already saw it once at the regular theater), but the timing didn't work out due to issues with Liz's car: the shop was supposed to call Harry when it was ready so he could stop by and get the keys. They didn't call when they had told him they would call, so we didn't go to the movie for fear that they would call while we were there. Instead, we opted to watch his copy of the animated Transformers: the Movie (which I hadn't seen all of, but he had) at his apartment. We had some technical issues with the DVD, but we got them straightened out. After I got back, I watched the rest of my video copy of The Invisible Man (Sci Fi's modern version) while eating my dinner. Maybe Harry and I will see Superman Returns next weekend.....
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Interesting dream.
Recently, I have been experimenting with an idea I call "transthought." In a nutshell, I believe it may be possible for someone to decide what they dream BEFORE they fall asleep by focussing their pre-sleep thoughts on what they wish to dream about. To that end, I have tried to think about specific things while in bed at night in hopes of having dreams about them. Last night, I imagined myself in a simulator room (similar to the holodeck on "Star Trek: the Next Generation") fighting and defeating various simulated foes (monsters, evil robots, well-dressed guys with guns, etc) using superhuman abilities. Well, the dream I had wasn't quite what I was shooting for, but it did show signs that I had at least contributed to its content by what I was thinking about:
In my dream, I was in a utility vehicle (or maybe a multidoor jeep) with some other people. We were in a room like a garage, but there were guns wired to motion-sensors all around the walls of the room. Whenever someone moved, the nearest gun would swivel and start shooting at them. Like the others, I tried to be as motionless as possible, occasionally ducking for cover behind the vehicle door I was next to. Finally, I decided we couldn't keep this up forever, so I took action. I used a chunk of metal that had come loose from the vehicle (due to the guns shooting at it) to deflect shots back at the guns. This enabled me to knock out most of the guns on my side of the vehicle. I moved away from the vehicle and deflected more bullets with the metal chunk. The others saw what I was doing and followed my lead. The last gun I took out myself by jumping up underneath it and tearing out the cable and sensor that ran from the gun into the wall of the room. Someone in our group accused me of having powers or something. I responded, "Really? The only way I could have powers was if this was a dream. If this was a dream, then I could fly." I concentrated and flew up into the air. "Huh," I said (a bit sarcastically), "I CAN fly. This must be a dream, which would make me the dreamer, and you part of that dream. See ya!" And I flew away......
In my dream, I was in a utility vehicle (or maybe a multidoor jeep) with some other people. We were in a room like a garage, but there were guns wired to motion-sensors all around the walls of the room. Whenever someone moved, the nearest gun would swivel and start shooting at them. Like the others, I tried to be as motionless as possible, occasionally ducking for cover behind the vehicle door I was next to. Finally, I decided we couldn't keep this up forever, so I took action. I used a chunk of metal that had come loose from the vehicle (due to the guns shooting at it) to deflect shots back at the guns. This enabled me to knock out most of the guns on my side of the vehicle. I moved away from the vehicle and deflected more bullets with the metal chunk. The others saw what I was doing and followed my lead. The last gun I took out myself by jumping up underneath it and tearing out the cable and sensor that ran from the gun into the wall of the room. Someone in our group accused me of having powers or something. I responded, "Really? The only way I could have powers was if this was a dream. If this was a dream, then I could fly." I concentrated and flew up into the air. "Huh," I said (a bit sarcastically), "I CAN fly. This must be a dream, which would make me the dreamer, and you part of that dream. See ya!" And I flew away......
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Banter, updates, and some thoughts.
Well, I was amused today by Tony and Debby's banter. Here are some samples of stuff they said to each other today:
Tony: "I feel like I’m sitting in a high chair……" (mocking Debby) "I like making love to the desk while I’m scanning."
Debby: "It’s not like a high chair, d@#%$!"
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Debby: "Francis."
Tony: "Nixon."
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Tony: "Him [Paul Walker] and Johnny Depp I would break the rules for."
Debby: "That’s messed up."
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Debby: *frustrated groan* "Seriously?"
Tony: "Is that like your pleasure moan or what?"
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As you can see, funny stuff. Meanwhile, I had my annual review today and got another small raise (30 cents an hour more than what I have been making since my last review). I haven't been sleeping as well as I would like this week, not really sure why. I bought two 20 oz. Dews on Monday and today. Yesterday morning, I found part of a two-liter of Dew leftover from a food day we had on Thursday in a cooler with the ice around it melted into water. I finished the two-liter (it was between 1/4 and 1/3 full) off by lunch time, then bought a 20 oz. that afternoon. I haven't had Dew with my dinner (except when I went out to eat with my roommate last Friday night) for a few weeks, so I don't think it's an excess of caffiene in my system keeping me awake at night.
I'm pretty exciting about some video games that have come out (or are coming out) this year. I am waiting for the price of "LEGO Star Wars 2: the Original Trilogy" (which came out last month) to go down. I'm also waiting to see (and hopefully get at some point) "Marvel: Ultimate Alliance," which I've heard comes out later this month.
I heard that Styx song "Mr. Roboto" on the radio this afternoon. When I hear that song these days, I imagine the ending of the song differently: instead of the singer/narrator saying, "I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!", I imagine it's me saying, "I'm David! David! David....David." There have been many times since my preteen years (when I was introduced to the book series "Not Quite Human") when I've tried to imagine what my life would be like if I was an android and most of the people around me didn't know I was. I often daydream about how I would function and what special abilities I would have as an android. How much stronger would I be than a normal person? How much faster? Would I remember more things (and remember them faster) than a normal human being? Would I have emotions, or would they be a simulation designed to trick humans into thinking I was one of them?
Tony: "I feel like I’m sitting in a high chair……" (mocking Debby) "I like making love to the desk while I’m scanning."
Debby: "It’s not like a high chair, d@#%$!"
************
Debby: "Francis."
Tony: "Nixon."
************
Tony: "Him [Paul Walker] and Johnny Depp I would break the rules for."
Debby: "That’s messed up."
***********
Debby: *frustrated groan* "Seriously?"
Tony: "Is that like your pleasure moan or what?"
***********
As you can see, funny stuff. Meanwhile, I had my annual review today and got another small raise (30 cents an hour more than what I have been making since my last review). I haven't been sleeping as well as I would like this week, not really sure why. I bought two 20 oz. Dews on Monday and today. Yesterday morning, I found part of a two-liter of Dew leftover from a food day we had on Thursday in a cooler with the ice around it melted into water. I finished the two-liter (it was between 1/4 and 1/3 full) off by lunch time, then bought a 20 oz. that afternoon. I haven't had Dew with my dinner (except when I went out to eat with my roommate last Friday night) for a few weeks, so I don't think it's an excess of caffiene in my system keeping me awake at night.
I'm pretty exciting about some video games that have come out (or are coming out) this year. I am waiting for the price of "LEGO Star Wars 2: the Original Trilogy" (which came out last month) to go down. I'm also waiting to see (and hopefully get at some point) "Marvel: Ultimate Alliance," which I've heard comes out later this month.
I heard that Styx song "Mr. Roboto" on the radio this afternoon. When I hear that song these days, I imagine the ending of the song differently: instead of the singer/narrator saying, "I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!", I imagine it's me saying, "I'm David! David! David....David." There have been many times since my preteen years (when I was introduced to the book series "Not Quite Human") when I've tried to imagine what my life would be like if I was an android and most of the people around me didn't know I was. I often daydream about how I would function and what special abilities I would have as an android. How much stronger would I be than a normal person? How much faster? Would I remember more things (and remember them faster) than a normal human being? Would I have emotions, or would they be a simulation designed to trick humans into thinking I was one of them?
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