April 8th, 2004

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Brain letting off steam...

All kinds of crazy dreams last night, all somehow related to Dragon*Con, visiting Storm or such like.

The first one, which I woke up to around 6:30, was all about Caleb and I going to England. It was one of those classic "I've missed my plane" type dreams. The plane was supposed to take off at 8 p.m. but somehow I lost track of time and at 8 p.m. I was still at home. I call the airline to ask if the plane was still there and they said yes; I could hear them calling row numbers to let people on, however. In a panic, I got Caleb and told him we had to leave NOW. He was infuritatingly nonchalant about it, supremely confident that we'd make it down there in no time. Since it's 25 minutes by train just to get there, not to mention we had to check in and go through security and take the autotrain out to the international terminal, I was like, "No, no, we're going to miss it, don't you see!"

Naturally the next whole chunk of the dream was us trying to get to the airport. As happens in dreams, MARTA wasn't MARTA, but somehow was transformed into this Alternate New York Subway that I dream about from time to time. Very confusing place. When we got to the airport we couldn't figure out how to get in because it wasn't like the real airport, it was this weird dark, greasey Manhattan archetype that appears in my dreams. The thing is, while I was totally panicking, Caleb was there not too worried, saying he was sure the plane was still waiting on us. I was like "How can you say that, of course it's gone!" As far as I know, the whole rest of the dream involved our every attempt to reach the gate being thwarted by delays, getting lost, Caleb going to the bathroom, the departure computers not being able to tell us if the plane had left, etc. The last thing I remember I had told some woman how we were going to have to probably sleep in the hotel atrium all night because we *must* have missed the plane.

The second dream, which was also stressful, was about Storm visiting for Dragon*Con. I think I've forgotten a whole bunch of it, but I know it started out with me down at the airport to meet her. I don't know why or how, but instead of taking MARTA, we had a car picking us up -- and the driver was Steve Martin. He had this kind of crappy car, like an old station wagon with pleather seats and messy McDonalds refuse all over, but he was all enthusiastic about driving us back Downtown. I was totally confused as to why Steve Martin would be our driver but he soon explained he was a huge fan. The rest of the dream was fuzzy, but it had something to do with everybody thinking Steve Martin was this happy, chipper guy when in fact he had this whole secret Goth life or something, and meanwhile everybody thinking Storm was some kind of dark demon-worshipper but then finding out she was a lot nicer, with a sunnier perspective and good manners, than they expected.

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Glass is half full

You know, I must be having one of my "up" days because I was just thinking, you know, it's April, my last day of work was Dec. 19, and yet I still have money in the bank, can pay my bills, I've got business going on, and am not on my knees in the job market begging for somebody to hire me back. This morning I was even thinking how much I *don't* miss my job. People ask me if I do and I swear, to me it's like asking if I miss chemo treatments or something. I have struggles & stresses (& more depressions) I go through now, but it's not nearly as bad as being someplace and donig something you just really *hate*.
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    "Halo," Depeche Mode
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Ow ow ow ow

I hate when I my muscles are really, really, really sore and I can't figure out why. And then after wracking my brains about it a while ("God, what did I DO yesterday?"), I realize what the cause is and it's something that in no way should have made me sore.

Today's pain (getting out of this chair is agony, no joke!) is apparently the result of taking the building stairs (5 floors) instead of the elevator, a couple of times. (Should keep that up, very least I'll get stronger legs.)

I think the most embarrassing "day after" muscle ache was from the time I lifted weights in the Metropolitan gym -- with no weights, just the bar. Caleb thought I was kidding but oh, my arm hurt!
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    "I Feeeeeeeeel You," Depeche Mode
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Neighborhood Attractions

Some loonie is yelling and hollering in the streets outside my window right now. This happens a couple times a day at least. I barely even register anymore, unless it's at like 1:30 a.m. and the argument involves more than one person. Usually it's just one single guy, off his head, having a schizophrenic episode, ranting and raving about the people out to get him, The Man, racism. And sometimes you just can't tell WHAT they're going on about because it's in some kind of encoded or incoherent languages. (The master of this is the tongueless preacher man at Five Points Station, who doesn't seem to roam the streets, just stands at the platform wearing Malcolm X glasses, some kind of uniform, and waving a big Bible and getting really upset, although we don't know what about since he's totally incoherent, due to his rumored tongue loss.) I guess the best thing I can say is that these people normally are pretty much harmless, although a lot of regular folks out on the street feel threatened and uncomfortable when they witness it.

On a related note, there was a great letter in the paper today from somebody who came to Atlanta last month for a convention and based on his experiences with Downtown's relentless panhandlers, is never coming back. I've heard from people in the hotel and convention business that they are getting more and more feedback from conventions and visitors saying they won't come back here. Neighbors of mine have met visitors in local shops who are making comments like, "I can't STAND it and I'm never, ever coming back here!" What's really galling is that people are saying things like "I go to New York City and I NEVER get this kind of sh*t!" It's true, too! I don't know of any other American city where panhandlers, "guides" and other pests CHASE people.

Note to those coming to Dragon*Con this fall: There are some very simple rules that will save you time and anxiety when it comes to these folks. Most people who live Downtown follow these rules and don't get bothered by anybody. Basically, you just don't get involved -- and they'll go find somebody more gullible. If you are approached, act like you don't hear or see them. Don't accept any offers to "help" you find places, don't give money, don't listen to anybody's story. And if anybody starts a sentence with "Can I ask you a question?" say No and walk away. This is advice from a hardened city person who knows that you CAN'T be compassionate or polite with these people -- it does NOT work. Also, please understand that for the most part, these pests are professionals who actually make a living being annoying leeches. It's my experience that actual homeless or mentally ill people don't ask for money or talk to people on the street.
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Ganked this from yakalskovich and I must say, glad I'm not Windows XP or some crap! I have a PalmPilot and I must say, from the second I started using it, it made total sense to me. My Palm is like a teeny tiny Mac, kind of.

You are Palm OS. Punctual, straightforward and very useful.  Your mother wants you to do more with your life like your cousin Wince, but you're happy with who you are.
Which OS are You?
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    "I Feel Love," DM
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Anybody know flute?

OK, I just took out my flute, for the first time in probably a year, and was just going to play a little Bach.


I cannot get D, E, F or G!

I can get A, B, and C, sharp and flat FINE but the other 4 notes come out as horrible sqeaks.

Looking at the keys and inside, everything seems to be in order -- no missing pads or connections not working... so I really don't have a clue what's going on.

If I couldn't play ANY notes I'd say it was my fault, but I can get several notes to come in perfectly and I'm playing the same way for all of them and know the hand positions, so I'm a bit baffled.
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Every night since the time switched forward, I've kept on working long past 5 and forgot to cook dinner 'til like 8. Done it again. Hmpph.