More strange dreams last night. In this one I was a high school aged guy. I got my girlfriend pregnant. But it wasn't modern society but some strange, science-fiction-like society. When you became pregnant, the couple had to report to this training center. Once there you had to go through this facility that was museum-like, with wall presentations and such. It was kind of surreal. Me and the girl in question (sadly, no one in particular, but just a pretty girl that I did not otherwise recognize) were late getting to the main presentation, and ended up behind in the lessons. So, instead of being part of the group that was going through baby-care (which was happening when we arrived) we sat down at some computer workstations to go through some simulations. They were really bad ass computers, frankly. Workstation systems with major power and big flat screen monitors. But I digress.

The most significant part of the baby training session was this part where you were supposed to be evaluated having sex. I'm not sure what the purpose of this was, as we'd already been successful in accomplishing the ultimate goal of sex. The idea of it was, you would have sex, and a nurse would monitor your body heat as you moved, and then make suggestions on what you could do better, etc. Again, I have to say I don't know what purpose this had as we'd already achieved pregnancy. I never got to the action portion of the dream (no surprisingly) as I balked at the idea of having sex in front of a nurse.

That's all I can remember from the dream. I awoke in the middle night because of it and had a poor night after that. I'm starting to get pissed off about my sleep habits.

Toodles!

I did laundry tonight, as I do every Thursday night. A situation came to my attention that may require some attention. I think I'm going to have to consider doing a complete re-evaluation of my sock/underwear situation. There are some glaring problems in both areas. 8-(

There was this French Canadian hunting guide who guided this Harvard English professor on a hunting trip far out in the woods of Quebec. Unfortunately, the canuck had not counted on the prof being a big drinker, so they quickly ran out of booze, and were left sitting around the campfire that night with nothing to do.

The prof said, "I know, lets play a word game. I'll think of a word and write it down, and you can ask ten question to figure out what word I wrote down, ok?"

The canuck replied, "Dat souns like a guud idear, eh."

So the prof thought for a bit, and wrote down the word "MOOSECOCK" on his paper, and said he was ready.

The canuck asked the first question: "Is it someting you can eat, eh?"

The prof replied, "Weeeelllll... I suppose... Yeah, I suppose it is something you could eat."

The canuck answered: "Is it MOOSECOCK????"

Another night of fitful sleep and peculiar dreams. Last night I had a recurring dream that I broke my shoe lace. Every pair of shoes I put on, and subsequently tied up, the lace would snap. It kept happening over and over. I think there might be some significance to that but I can't puzzle out what it might be.

Toodles!

A few points of interest today.

They paved the highway outside the office today. They were working on the stretch where highway 5 changes at Watson. There's a 100 m stretch, where highway 5 stops before picking up again to head east. This happens at Watson. The Department of Highways had a paving crew out on the road today. It didn't interrupt my day at all but all the people that live in Englefeld, and work in Watson, would have been sorely inconvenienced.

I watched the series finale of Dawson's Creek tonight. First of all, I didn't like the ending. I won't ruin it if you're reading this and haven't seen the ending but I was left unfulfilled. I suppose the guy had a point with how he wrote it but I disagree. We're all entitled to our opinion. The death part was played to full emotional payoff, which I suppose is what the show is best at. I will concede that the episode was a fairly effective piece of television. I, however, was not left feeling satisfied. I'll check with a real Dawson's Creek fanatic tomorrow and see if my opinion differs from those that follow the show passionately.

That is all. Toodles!

Liam Lynch - United States of Whatever

Melissa suggested this song to me. She was apologetic about it because she was correct, it is moronically stupid. And yet, it fun and funny in a way that's infectious. Give it a try, if nothing else.

Toodles!

I fell asleep on the couch last night, and thus did the majority of my sleeping there. Had some weird dreams that I don't really remember. Went to bed at about 4:00 and had more weird dreams.

The one I remember had me flying back from Toronto. But the plane took off from the middle of the terminal, and flew through corridors and restaurants, and through walls and stuff. And the plane had no cabin over me. It was like I was sitting on the wings. Then we got outside and there was a storm raging. The plane got caught in a tornado and that's where I woke up.

Oh yeah, and I was almost late for the plane because I was at a paintball match. I was supposed to be playing but there wasn't enough equipment, so I ended up watching. But then I wasn't alone in watching, and I was surrounded by little kids, and they were all lined up like theatre seating.

I left the stadium (it was a stadium instead of the paintball place) and got halfway to the plane before I realized I'd forgotten my backpack, so I had to go back and get it. I was swimming against the tide of people leaving. I got my pack, and made my way back to the plane, but I almost missed it.

Also, and on the way too paintball I was on a plane also. This gay guy was hitting on me and I told him to piss off but he wouldn't take the message. Then this old, proper English dude told off the gay guy, and he left in a snit.

So I was asleep for a long time last night, but it wasn't as restful as I would have liked. I hate convoluted dreams.

Toodles!

How many pairs of those latex gloves do you think a sandwich shop goes through in a day?

Again with this movie! I'm watching Shallow Hal for the second time today. I have a question. How is it that the particular qualities of unattractiveness were assigned to the people with unattractive 'inner beauty'? Some were fat, some were old and scrawny, etc. What personality trait corresponds with fat? I'd really like to know this.

Confused as always . . .