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Monday, October 11, 2004

Bush's Debate Notes

Now *that's* funny.

Posted by Ann on 10/11/04@03:50 PM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?

I wish I had more socks.

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Posted by Ann on 10/11/04@10:30 AM CST ..::Link::..2 Screamers.

Curmudgeon DREAM

Stan and I were someplace where, I don't know, but the door seemed sort of like the front door at Grant Street. We had the dogs on leashes, but Plato squeezed his head through his leash and I dropped Lucifer Sam's leash. I'm trying to pick up Lucifer Sam's leash and I tell Stan to go get Plato. We open the door and there's a man there (I don't know who he was, tall, generic, midwestern, not too bright) and he said that Plato licked his face. There was also another part of the dream where we were walking around an art building. There were large paintings by some woman who seemed very derivative of my works in the late 80s, sort of hybridized with my metallic works of the 90s, except very sloppily done and not much textural working of the canvas. Very quickly done and haphazzard. I couldn't believe they were getting displayed like that. Then we're walking around this building and we're outside, but it seems like it's outside in the backyard in my grandmother's house (which is virtually a non-existant backyard it's so small). There's a woman there that we knew in grad school, I shall call "Melody". "Melody" was working on building some sort of studio outside. She was babbling on and on and on and I couldn't get a word in. She said something about taking us to the humane society and showing us the pitbulls there. Whatever. Then we go back in the building and it's like a cafeteria combined with art studios. There's music playing over the loudspeakers, sort of uninteresting bland non-offensive background music. There's some people setting up a speaker system in the studios with one of those little portable record players like the kind kids had in the 1960s. Then they turn it on real loud. It's playing some sort of modern rock (as opposed to classic rock)...nothing I recognize. It's real loud and I'm pissed because they don't turn the background music off first before turning this on, so there's two competing musics going on at once (sort of like being in Best Buy Hell). I get up on a table and I start yelling at people to fix the problem. No one pays any attention to me, so I throw a spoon at one guy who was sleeping. He looks startled with a "why'd you throw that at me?" look. I start throwing more utensils and hitting people, but I can't seem to awken these potatoheads out of their catatonic media daze. Finally, I yell, literally, I yell out at the top of my lungs in my sleep, "Turn that goddamn thing down!" and I wake up Stan and myself.

"Do you know what you just said?" Stan asked me.

Yes, I did. I didn't mean to wake him (or possibly even our neighbors, if they weren't up already as it was after 6 am). Had I known it was just a dream, I wouldn't have yelled. But when you're having a dream, unless you're a lucid dreamer, you don't realize you're dreaming, and you think it's real life.

This reminded me of a couple of years ago when we travelled out east. We were staying in a motel in Batavia, New York run by an Indian family. I was having some nightmare with my mom and I yelled "just go ahead and kill me, I don't care anymore". I said this in my sleep, out loud. I woke myself and Stan up. Immediately, Stan says, "Oh great, do you know what you just said? I hope they (meaning people in any adjoining rooms, the motel managers) don't think I'm trying to kill you." I remember he was afraid the police would show up at our motel door.

Posted by Ann on 10/11/04@09:21 AM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Killing Multidisciplinary Ann

Once a long time ago--long is relative term in internet years--someone asked me if I was a Prince fan because of my first website's domain name, ann-s-thesia.com. Ummmm....no. The asker said Prince had some song by some similar name. I had to do research on this, but I guess the song's name is Anna Stesia. I guess I further made the asker suspect because I frequently design in purple. No, sorry, not a Prince fan. I probably also confabulated the situation further still because I've been known to make statements such as "I'm attracted to short rock stars" which I have to retract because Roger Waters is pretty damn tall.

A similar weird event happened to me recently, except the shoe was on the other foot. I was playing around with my plugins in Photoshop, and got to wondering about this filter in the Plugin Galaxy suite called "Breakfast." See, BREAKFAST makes PSYCHEDELLIC patterns. Breakfast has a series of effects named after breakfasty things like "Eggs, Sausage, MARMALADE," and oddly enough, "WALL." OK, I mean the coincidence is too much! The designer of the filters just *had to be* making references to Pink Floyd and the song on Atom Heart Mother, "Alan's Psychedellic Breakfast" (the song famous for the spoken line "marmalade, I like marmalade"), and the "Wall" effect was thrown in as a joke.

So I asked the creator of the filters, who has an online forum, whether this was the case. No, he said Floyd was a little before his time. Hmm. Well, it must be a cosmic joke then. What can I say.

I also mentioned the filters on a Pink Floyd forum in a thread about the song "Alan's Psychedellic Breakfast" and got typical dead air there.

It's like these two different worlds. Similar to the Seinfeld episode with "Relationship George" vs. "Independent George" except where George's Georges would virtually destroy eachother if they colided, my "Pink Floyd Ann" and "Artist Ann", not to mention "Cactus Ann" and "Dog Owner Ann" are all floating around in these overlapping worlds that no one can see. Instead of collision and destruction, there's ambivalence, bafflement and isolation, not on the part of me, Ann, but on the part of others in those worlds. George's fear was that they meet. My fear is that they can't. Who knows. Maybe it really is a good thing.

Posted by Ann on 10/10/04@09:52 AM CST ..::Link::..6 Screamers.
By Ann @ 03:50 PM CST:10:11:04 ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?

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