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More Ramblings
Jun. 21st, 2003 11:01 amI had the strangest dreams last night. In one I found myself in a Monty Python-esque skit, trying to apprehend a bank robber who could only speak in and understand anagrams. A sample of the dialog:
GNAB! GNAB!
Mi iht! Mi iht!
I started chuckling out loud in my sleep and woke my wife. Another dream started with a vague connection to Babylon 5, then involved nanobots that gave people super powers, and concluded with an outdoor orgy in southern California.
Still waiting to read the recently-released Harry Potter and the Stain on the Bedsheet. I'm waiting not least because I promised my wife to let her read it first. To occupy myself, I'm rereading the first four books. From a friend with a contraband copy, I've already learned that the climax of the book is when Filch surprises a naked Crabbe and Goyle in a broom closet with Mrs. Norris.1
We'll be having brunch shortly with the world's cutest couple, who are visiting from their new home in California. I'm looking forward to it, although at some point a small child will be brandished at me.
My wife is going to get waxed later. She has talked me into going with her for a "consultation." It's a good thing I have those vicodin left over from my surgery.
I guess that's a full day, although we still haven't decided what to do this evening.
1 Maybe not.
GNAB! GNAB!
Mi iht! Mi iht!
I started chuckling out loud in my sleep and woke my wife. Another dream started with a vague connection to Babylon 5, then involved nanobots that gave people super powers, and concluded with an outdoor orgy in southern California.
Still waiting to read the recently-released Harry Potter and the Stain on the Bedsheet. I'm waiting not least because I promised my wife to let her read it first. To occupy myself, I'm rereading the first four books. From a friend with a contraband copy, I've already learned that the climax of the book is when Filch surprises a naked Crabbe and Goyle in a broom closet with Mrs. Norris.1
We'll be having brunch shortly with the world's cutest couple, who are visiting from their new home in California. I'm looking forward to it, although at some point a small child will be brandished at me.
My wife is going to get waxed later. She has talked me into going with her for a "consultation." It's a good thing I have those vicodin left over from my surgery.
I guess that's a full day, although we still haven't decided what to do this evening.
