Saturday, June 28, 2003
Dammit, this day sucks!
For reasons known only to Stan and I, yes this is a cursed day in the history of the world...sort of. But I just had another scary thing happen! I was taking Lucifer Sam outside for a pee, and I hear some noise around the corner. I think it's the neighbors, the Connors, but no, it's a lazy little fat boy who lives across the alley, too lazy to to walk around the block, so he cuts through our yard. He was quite surprised to see me and Sammy, and Lucifer starts barking (as he should). I tell the kid that he doesn't want to cut through the yard, because the other dog we have tends to bite (and that would be Mr. Plato). The kid stares at me dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, but LS then escapes his leash because he's scared. I yell "SHIT!" The kid can now see I'm too preoccupied trying to catch Lucy, so he continues to cut through our yard, the potato boy. I'm pretty freaked out, because naturally, Sam won't let me get near him, and now he's barking at me. I realize the best strategy is not to chase him, which will make him run away, but to walk AWAY from him instead. So I head toward the door, pretend I have a yummy in my hand, but he's still barking at me. I quickly run inside, grab some biscuits (what dog can resist biscuits?) and throw one at him. He comes close to get it, and then I offer him more inside the door, and quickly grab him. Whew. At least he stayed in the backyard and didn't run down the alley, or worse, out front.
Stupid little fat boy. Bad little dog.
Posted by Ann on 06/28/03@04:57 PM CST ..::Link::..
Why does some awful computer crap always have to happen on June 28th? Last year, same date, I erased my entire hard drive. Today, I spent 2 hours trying to rectify a problem in Photoshop (seems I just had to dump some Extensis PhotoTools files that had self-corrupted, but I didn't realize that after trying to reinstall Photoshop several times.) I guess it could've been worse...I guess I could've erased my entire hard drive again.
Just the night before last, Persephone snuck outside and I spent about 2 hours looking for her in the morning. She did the same thing 9 years ago, except we spent much longer than 2 hours looking for her that time.
So in the end, I guess things have gotten better. :::shrug:::
Posted by Ann on 06/28/03@04:28 PM CST ..::Link::..
Was it a dream?
Fact: I was listening to BBC radio this morning while dozing in and out of slumber.
Hazy: I thought I heard them do a spot for something, play something off of Dark Side of the Moon, and say something about the Fourth of July (on BBC radio? ironies do exist) and call it "The Dark Fourth of July" like a hybrid between DSOTM and the 4th of July.
Weird. Did I dream it?
Posted by Ann on 06/28/03@10:01 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM: Birds and ultimatums
There was a bird that came up to me. I don't know what kind of bird...maybe part cockateil, part chicken? It was white with red spots. It had a red beak. It was being very affectionate and it let me pet it. It started pecking at my arm in a way that made me think it thought it was courting me. Very odd.
Somehow I was given one of those ultimatum questions (if you had a choice between type questions) about Pink Floyd and music. The question was:
If you had to choose between never being able to listen to anything except Pink Floyd (and Floyd-related member solo stuff) or being able to listen to anything EXCEPT anything Pink Floyd, what would you choose? I remember thinking that it was a very painful decision, because for the longest time (nearly 20 years) I didn't listen to Pink Floyd at all, but recently I haven't been listening to anything BUT Pink Floyd. I thought if I opted for Pink Floyd, I'd never be able to hear Eno or Bowie or Reed again, but if I opted for everything but Pink Floyd, It'd break my heart and set me back to a place where I was a year ago! It was a very difficult decision, and ultimately, I never made one because I woke up instead.
Posted by Ann on 06/28/03@09:06 AM CST ..::Link::..
Thursday, June 26, 2003
DREAM: Evil Cat Care Person
I was talking on the phone either with the vet or someone at a cat kennel, checking on the status of Caligula, (?) and the man on the other end of the phone told me Caligula didn't make it. I demanded to know why (I don't even know what he was in for!) he didn't make it, but the man was evasive. He also kept fading out on my cellphone and I kept telling him to speak up. Finally, I spoke outloud in my dream, telling him to speak up, that I woke myself and Stan up.
Also some dream about bicycling around Fort Collins in the South College Heights neighborhood, getting lost, and not being able to find a through street.
Posted by Ann on 06/26/03@01:50 PM CST ..::Link::..
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
I was doing a search on
plugins photoshop mac
today on Google. I turned up one site that was a list of links to plugin sites, possibly ones that have been around for quite a while or that are old or no longer in service. One of the sites listed was "Daystar Digital's PhotoMatic Filters." Interesting, I thought, never heard of it before, worth a checkout. As you can see, if you clicked the link, it's a 404 Not Found page. So I decided to do what any curious person would do, and navigate up to the top directory or domain name. I suddenly realized what was once probably some software entrepreur's website with goodies, possibly freebie plug-ins or inexpensive shareware plug-ins, was now home to a Tammy Faye and Jim Bakker-type network.
Scroll down half the page on that site. Take a look at the picture with the caption "Pray for our President."
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you have fits of hysterics.
Guess porn sites aren't the only ones that buy up expired domain names. It's sad.
Posted by Ann on 06/24/03@11:21 AM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM - Haunted House
Really mixed up, can't remember exact sequence of events. I was with some people (I think I was with "someone I used to know who lives in the southeastern part of the state"...ew) and we were walking around at night in the same strange tourist town that I had a couple weeks ago or so (the one with the fractal sunsets). It was the dead of winter and extremely cold. I remember trying to fit on a backpack and crossing an icy street simultaneously...difficult task. I remember we were looking into store windows and there was this old retro store that carried kitchen appliances and assorted furniture from the early-mid 20th century. The person I was with was commenting on how they liked a certain black and white kitchenette set, but I thought it was too dramatic and morbid-looking...sort of like a nun's habit. I told the person I was with that a red and white set would be better. Then we went into a restaurant where a bunch of people we supposedly knew were sitting around a large table. The only person I knew there was one gay guy I worked with at Depressions. (You wouldn't know he was gay by looking at or talking to him, but you could figure it out after a while because of his subtle quiet attitude.) He didn't recognize me, and I asked him his name, "Tom, right?" I said. He nodded, but I still think he was pretending to ignore me. Asshole. Then I was with someone else and this is the really hard part to understand. (The person I was with I seemed close to, as if it was Stan, but I don't think it was. This person was a bit taller and thinner, possibly with even lighter hair. I have no idea who it was, and not even sure if it was a man, but I think it was) We went into a multi-level house and discovered that we weren't the only ones there, even though it was "our" house. We walked into this basement-ish area and the person bent down and rubbed his fingers across the floor, and then rubbed the fingers on the other hand across the floor in another part of the basement. He then made me smell his fingers and asked me if I could tell the difference. I didn't know what to say, but evidentally he was adept at tracking scents and could tell by the way the floor smelled by the stairs that people had been through the house. I then heard steps, and we entered deeper into the basement to hide. There was a light in the basement, so we were not completely hidden. Then these sorority bimbos came downstairs and when they saw our faces, they started to scream. I guess they thought the whole house was like some kitschy house of horrors. Then they reached out through some wiring and cobwebs and assorted basement junk and touched my face, probably just to see if I was real. After they left, the person I was with told me that next time I needed to situate myself behind sharper camouflage so that when they tried to touch me they'd get scratched.
Now, this part I have no idea where it fits into the dream, but I was with someone and they started quoting a phone number which had no numbers, it was just words. And the phone number was this: MOM-NEWTS PLUS (I guess the PLUS part was the extension). When I heard it I started laughing uncontrollably and couldn't stop and eventually woke myself up laughing. Yeah, really funny.