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Monthly Archives: August 2010

Dream with Special Guest Star: The President

You’d think having a dream with Barack Obama would be more content-oriented, but this was pretty stupid. Either I was helping him or he was helping me scrape some weird pale bluish-white creamy substance (it had the consistency of buttercream frosting crossed with Noxema and colored pastel blue) off of some cellophane wrap.

Yeah…I have no clue either.

Well, at least we were both trying to get rid of this substance and we were assisting eachother…if it was the previous president, he’d probably be trying to snort it, and if it was Clinton, he’d probably be trying to smear it all over my body.

I can’t remember if I had a presidential dream before…I know I had Al Gore once and a looong time ago I had Gary Hart. That was while he was still a Colorado Senator pre-attempted presidential run and while I was still living there.

Just Like Candy

You don’t know how good it is to open this dashboard window and see all text normal. But of course if it ever happens again, I’ll know to blame some font weirdness with Safari, rather than assume my site was hacked (which was a logical assumption considering).

Sometimes I think of things I remember eating/using/having from long ago that don’t exist anymore. I don’t know why I remember such silly things, but last night I was thinking about LifeSavers. Why? Who knows. But I miss them. Not that I’m big on hard candy. I seldom eat candy now except for an occasional dark dark chocolate or a free mini Mounds candy bar from the local pet supply store of the same name. In fact, Stan and I are so not into candy lately that last year for Halloween we skipped out on the trick-or-treaters, went to eat sushi, and then snuck back home, kept the lights off, and hunkered down in the bedroom and played cards, hoping no one would detect any light from between the blinds. We really didn’t want to spend money on candy, stock up so that we have enough just in case it’s a big year, and then have to eat it all ourselves for the next few months. Usually we get about 4 kids. But sometimes we get a lot more…you just never know how to prepare.

So anyway, I was thinking about LifeSavers, and how I really miss the “Fancy Fruits.” They were Black Raspberry, Apple, Pear and Pink Grapefruit. They were delightful and quaint. Black Raspberry was a dark maroon, Apple was red like the skin, Pear was golden and Pink Grapefruit was pink. And they didn’t seem to have any order in the little roll, so you never knew which one would pop up next. But that flavor selection is long gone. I guess it was just too…I don’t know…old fashioned? So not now. When you think about it, what would they do with it now? The Black Raspberry would be Blue Raspberry and colored bright blue. The Apple would be Sour Apple and be lime green. Pear would not even exist…how uncool, right? What a grandmother fruit. Replace it with something like Sour Cherry, bright red, and Pink Grapefruit would be “Wild Citrus” and colored some bright yellow or orange. Or maybe there’d be Sour Strawberree. Ugh. Because no one knows what real strawberries taste like since you can buy them in January from Mexico and they’re as big as apples, woody, and yes, unripe, hence, sour.

Super Wild Gummee Sourz

Super Wild Gummee Sourz ©Ann Stretton 2010

What I appreciated about the original flavors was that it was true to real fruit, and not “invented”. I remember Jolly Rancher from the 70s and they sort of started the whole “sour” invented surreal fruit flavors, at least in my memory. But LifeSavers should have stuck what they were good at…real fruit–not that any real fruits were used in the making of the product–I don’t know, maybe they did use some natural flavors, I can’t remember. But the original was a good facsimile. Even the illustrations were of real fruit, not some fluorescent colored bubbly, simplified, yet overly highlighted-by-airbrushing abstraction of a generic round, colorful fruit. Oh, and now they’d also be gummy instead of hard. In fact, I suspect the company already has bastardized some of their products that way. The horror.

Another LifeSavers that was my favorite was the Tropical Fruits. They still have it, but it’s been adulterated. The flavors stated are: Fruit Punch, Pina Colada, Tangerine, Banana, Mango-Melon. That’s not how I remember them. I remember no fruit punch. And there were no combined flavors, only pure ones. I remember Pineapple, Coconut (no coladas), Banana, Tangerine, Mango, AND Melon (which reminded me of Cantaloupe in its pale orange coloring, which isn’t exactly a tropical, but that’s ok).

What kid would dream of eating a cantaloupe-flavored candy nowadays? Eeeww…how grammaw. You know what? I wish someone would come out with something so old fashioned it would actually be cutting-edge. Like quince. Mincemeat-flavored candy. Rasin candy. Prune candy. Market it in dark, gothic tones with just a hint of tattoo graphics, but mostly those swirly spiral florals that’s so big in graphics now (or at least it was last year). Gooseberry candy. Huckleberry. Mulberry. And Blue. The berry series. Then there could be the orchard series which would include plums (and prunes), apricots, pears, apples (none of that sour junk). And what about the grape series? No, no, no sour grapes. And none of the overly-sweet fake purple Nehi Fanta Shasta soda stuff either, although that flavor does have its mid-century modern charm as well. I’m talking Pinot Noir. Merlot. Zinfandel.

It reminds me also of Crayola crayons. I always loved getting one of those big 64 packs when I was a kid. And it was a good introduction to simple color-theory for the future artist. Now they’ve replaced those “Grandma” colors with the Super Fruitee Wild Sour equivalents. Here is a page with Crayola Chronology. I can see why they changed the name of “Flesh” to “Peach” (I remember having a “Flesh” crayon…and I was only a year old when they made the change…must have been an old batch), but the other reasons for changes are rather specious, IMHO. Some of the new colors are rather quaint in their old tradition of naming after nature, like asparagus and tumbleweed. But seriously…a color called “Beaver”? Really? I think “Otter” or “Groundhog” might have been a safer choice.

I Nearly Had a Coronary! (well, figuratively speaking)

I hate technology so much sometimes!

Morning started out well, a bit muggy and mosquitoey, but that’s to be expected. I was playing with Jasper and then decided to check my email and websites. I have my wordpress dashboards come up in tabs in the window with a bunch of other bookmarked “morning sites.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dashboards were royally efdup. Click the thumbnails below to see what I mean. I’m glad I took a picture of them to prove I wasn’t imagining things.

I knew what had happened. I had been hacked.


So I immediately contacted my hosting company…er…let me rephrase that. After I got a sudden wave of hotness all over my body as it went into panic mode, after my stomach unravelled some butterflies, after I put the puppy in his crate and paced around wondering what on earth to do, after I felt like vomiting, I contacted my hosting company.

I looked into it some more and some of my sites had also been effected. Main headers, mostly. And although my wordpress dashboards said I had a zero count for posts and pages, they were all still there.

I also did a search for wordpress hacked, and came to a wordpress.org page. And you know what? It looked like someone had hacked that page too!

OK, wait a minute, I thought…how can this be happening? How can both my sites AND WordPress itself be hacked? So I thought I better get a 2nd opinion, meaning my other laptop. So I went upstairs and checked it out. And everything looked normal. So I contacted my hosting company again, feeling a little embarrassed having jumped the gun (but what would you do, right?) and told them it might be my computer.

In fact, I don’t even know if it was my computer. I checked it on Firefox (Safari is my default) and everything looked normal. I had to restart Safari by force quitting, and once I restarted, everything looked normal.

I’m pretty stumped. A real “what was that that just happened?!?” moment.

There’s too many questions I can’t even begin to ask.

Bad Dreams

I wish I would’ve written this dream down sooner as I would have been able to remember more of it earlier today. All I know is I woke up crying. I dreamt that Stan and I were driving around Fort Collins and going to the nursing home where my dad is, except my dad was a combination of two male coworkers that Stan works/ed with, one of whom reminded of Stan of my dad, and one of whom reminds Stan of a Faux News Giant Talking Head as KO would say. But this person was shorter and thinner and younger, like in his 50s. He had dark hair. Sometimes dreams are so strange that the situations simply can’t be explained. But I was in this giant pen, like a combination of boxing ring and a very large walker with big padding on the side. My grandmother was in the “ring” with me and arguing with me. She was taller than me…it was like she was 5’9″ or something…over a foot taller than I remember her in her old age. She reminded me of someone, but I can’t remember who…and it wasn’t my grandmother. Someone from school? college? My dad was mad at me too. Then I start to cry and explain my position (I can’t remember what they were mad at me about or what we were arguing about) and gradually my “dad”–or the weird little dark haired guy who didn’t look at all like my dad–starts to come around to my way of thinking, and he pats me on the back.

I have no idea what this dream was about, but I wake up crying.

I went back to sleep and had a very surreal dream about some ugly hippie guy walking around with a very odd erection. I had no idea who he was, or what the dream was about.

I wish I could remember more

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