2007-07-14

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I can only remember a few details about my dream this morning, and I wish I posted about it. It was pretty elaborate, but I had to get to the office to try to make up some time I missed when I got sick on Wednesday. All I can remember that's worth mentioning is that something in the dream reminded me of the time I got home from school, got ready to leave, and was intercepted by my mom on the way out. She wanted me to drive her to work, and then come get her when she was done later that night. I did that all the time, but didn't think it was required of me. I couldn't that day, because I had plans. She was so mad at me because she wasn't in the mood to drive herself. I just remember thinking it takes no effort to drive, and there's no reason to expect someone to do it for you. Something she said to me in a dream this morning was pretty much the same. It was totally unreasonable, and totally lazy. I should have typed it out, because now I'm stuck with the way it makes me feel, instead of remembering what it actually was.

But it shouldn't surprise me that I should have a dream like that as my birthday closes in. I was supposedly the one that was planned, but my older brother was always the one they were proud of. By the time I came around, they'd already done it all.

I'm 33 now, and really don't think about these things very much any more.

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Dream

I met up with

badrobot68 in a parking lot that bore a striking resemblance to the one at the shopping center in Albuquerque formerly known as Northdale at 4th and Osuna. He had met some men at a party I wasn't at the night before, and we were on our way to an event they were throwing. We got to the venue, which had a few large rooms, and settled in at the first part, which was a talk show that was being filmed. It wasn't a regular show or anything, it was part of the event, and the host had never done anything like it. Everyone else in the audience was being kind of lame, like they were mostly hoping to be in on the show, rather than just being the audience. They'd try to jump in while he was talking, etc.

I had lost a small chunk of one of my toes, and used it to grow what can best be described as three toes and the first inch or so of bone in the foot. I pierced my actual foot, and used a safety pin to attach these new toes over my old ones. This girl Hannah I know appeared for a moment just to say how cool it looked, kind of like she did the other day in real life when Alan and I were at the coffee shop. That day she flitted by, asked if the coffee shop had food, went in, and left without saying goodbye to us. She may have muttered something about quiche. Back to the dream: I was extremely proud of the toe thing for a while. Everyone noticed it, and either thought it was really cool, or thought it was a great achievement. Nobody looked at it and thought it was gross.

The talk show part ended, and music was playing, but there weren't a lot of people there. There was a second, smaller room upstairs with lovely royal blue carpet (even on the walls) and I wanted to hang out in there. There were about as many people dancing in there as the main room, but since it was smaller it was more of a happening scene. The music was only coming in from the main room, and could barely be heard in there, so I went to a new area that was kind of like a bar or cafe. People would walk in and cast really interesting, cartoony shadows on the wall. At first I thought I was losing my mind, but there was a guy hired by the promoters at a table by the door who had little cutout shapes and some kind of light hidden in his jacket making the shadows. It was a hit, too. People would look over at their shadows and burst out laughing, or move back and forth to see if their shadow could keep up. It was a nice touch, and the guy doing the shadows was having a great time.

hypergeek was there getting ready to host karaoke. At first I thought it was a commercial for his karaoke, because the stuff he was saying about it was extremely slick. He's really well-spoken host anyway, but the stuff I was hearing was as well-written as the part where V introduces himself to Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta.

I looked down and started to think my toe thing was kind of gross. I took it off and tried to close the safety pin, but it wouldn't stay closed and flew out of my hand, nearly hitting a girl next to me in the face.

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I just love job postings like this, where the ad itself is proof that they need to get the position filled. In case it goes away:

We are looking for an experienced copy writer. Must have min of 3 years of professional experience writing collateral projects. Must have experience in industrial/manufacturing industries. Must have strong references and printed examples of your work. This is not art it's communications. you must have an ability to understand complex state-of-the-art technologies and be able to simplify the message to create easy to read and easy to understand text. Must have experience writing web sites, brochures, case studies, specification sheets etc. Please include a resume and hourly compensation.

Happy Bastille Day!

This may be the corniest picture ever to turn up in a non-image search:

It's supposed to be Gerald Ford. Today is also his birthday. Other people born on Bastille Day include:

Woody Guthrie (1912)
Gustav Klimt (1862)
Ingmar Bergman (1918)
Harry Dean Stanton (1926)
Joel Silver (1952)
Princess Victoria of Sweden (1977)
William Hanna (1910, also from New Mexico!)

Sorry this list is such a sausage fest, but I only included people I'd heard of. Actually, I hadn't even heard of Swedish Vicky, but wanted to add her anyway. Harrison Ford and Patrick Stewart were born on the 13th, thus making yesterday a much more handsome birthday than today.

Party-ish

Come find me at Noc Noc at 6pm if you want to give me a spanking today.

Milk-off

IMAGE_00177.jpg, originally uploaded by christopher575.

One of my favorite work hobbies is to change the word "Google" into another word on a Google post-it and draw a corresponding picture. I've done a ton of them. There are a bunch at my own desk, and 21 over at get2llamaschool's desk. She thought this one was NSFW, but I think it's vague enough. What do you guys think?

Silent Duck

Here's something nice

A woman got her cervix pierced. The link has some pictures. Just lovely.

Stupid questions that I have actually been asked

Which one of you is the woman?
Neither. That's kind of the point. I'm "versatile" if that's what you're trying to ask.

Seattle Gay News? Why isn't there a Seattle Straight News?
There is. It's called the Times. And the P-I. Don't forget USA Today, The New York Times, and pretty much every news source. As terrible as the writing is, if you read the SGN once in a while, you'll find a lot of stories that are relevant to gay life that you won't find outside of the gay press. And if your only view of the gay world is from the mainstream sources, your outlook will be pretty depressing.

Why even have gay bars? What's the point?
Because if I introduce myself to men in a regular bar, I'm likely to get my ass kicked. Straight people take it for granted that they can hit on people of the opposite sex and nobody will hurt them.

Why do you even care about gay marriage? Can't you just live together?
Sure. In fact, let's just abolish marriage altogether. No? So, you're good enough for it, but we aren't. I see. I could go on and on about all of the civil rights which queers are denied in this country, but that's been done for me already. One example I noticed myself back in Albuquerque was that apartment complexes could effectively screen out gay couples by allowing married couples who applied for apartments to combine their income to meet the income/rent ratio requirement, but if the couple was unmarried, each person had to make the required amount on his own. And I've been lucky that all of my employers in Seattle offered domestic partner benefits, but since I don't share a residence with my partner (of over ten years), he's out of luck.