March 7th, 2005

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LJ date problem

The home page of friend madame_mercredi's journal is showing her last entry as back in November 2004, even though she's made several posts more recently than that, as demonstrated by my friend's page (scroll down to purple color coding), where she appears few times in the past couple of days. Anybody have a clue why this is so? She asked me about it yesterday but I had no idea.
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Air Disaster Over NY Harbor

Before I start, let me state that this was DREAM I had overnight, not some news story that hasn't been reported yet. (This will be obvious when you read the content, but...)

Air Disaster Over NY Harbor

So my mother and I had a triple-decker campsite on New York Harbor. It was in either Brooklyn or Staten Island. It's morning and I decide to go out for a swim in the harbor, which for dream purposes was not too different than a lake in Ontario or something. I swim out into the harbor and am just starting to enjoy myself when I notice that WHOAH is it windy.

This is at the same time I notice this HUGE plane is coming in low over the harbor. It was like that plane that just went around the world (including the fact it was Virgin), only it was an airfoil or whatever those vehicles are that are like hovercrafts. This plane is used for tourist runs, where it takes people out over the harbor and does trick acrobatics while giving tourists 360 views of the harbor. Only that day it's really windy and when the plane starts to do its tricks, the wind catches it and it starts spinning like a top, breaking apart, and then flying towards me! I scream and somehow just escape being kill by the giant fusilage.

So I'm back in the water, realizing that perhaps the harbor isn't really all that safe, when sudden this other plane, which is Sainbury's orange, crashes right in front of me and breaks into a whole lot of pieces. It's a small plane and I see two people bobbing among the wreckage. With a flashback to Titanic, I realize they could drown, so I start to go over to save them, only to see their heads keep disappearing, so I wonder if there's anything I can do.

Just as I'm deciding whether to save them, a big orange innertube (from the plane?) floats by and I say, "Whoah, I'm rescued!" I look at he people in the wreckage as they go under the surface again and I realize that swimming into wreckage could be dangerous b/c there might be cables or metal underwater that could get me tangled up or injure me. Besides, I reason, even though I don't feel cold, the water has got to be cold.

So I hop on the innertube and paddle back to the campsite, which is quite nearby all of a sudden. "Mom, did you see? I was almost killed by TWO planes!" Mom ignores me, naturally. So I go and find some friends and start to tell them about it, when they interrupt and tell me I was in the paper. Only when they show me the article, it's not about my escape from death, but some editorial. I insist on telling them the story about the Virgin airfoil and the orange plane nearly killing me in NY Harbor, but they aren't interested.
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Stuff. Happening. Soon.

On the agenda for the next month:

- Lunacon + NY trip, March 18-23
- 17-year-old niece visiting, March 29-April 1
- Sister Nancy in town for conference, April 6-10

Why do I have the suspicion I'm going to lose my sanity from not being home enough and being besieged by visitors? Nancy isn't staying at my place, but in the guest suite downstairs, plus she'll be at a conference all day, but I still know I will become preoccupied.
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Bread

Seeing as this story was just rudely rejected by another community as "not even faintly funny," guess I will relegate to my own, very unfunny journal.

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Last week I bought a loaf of Pepperidge Farm raisin bread. From the moment I had the first slice, I thought, "Jeez, a little disappointing." It was OK, but seemed kind of thin and skimpy, like it was missing something. Still, I continued to eat slices of it every day and enjoy it, despite it not seeming quite right. It wasn't until yesterday that I was finishing the loaf that I realized the bread has no raisins in it. Apparently I'd bought cinnamon swirl bread, which looks and tastes like raisin bread w/o the raisins, only I didn't notice.
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Dad Update

Chatted with my sister Nancy, who rushed up to Andover on Friday to check on my Dad -- and my Mom, who got drunk Thursday night on brandy and didn't quite process the hospital calling her. Anyway, she said Dad looks a lot better now that he had blood (well, who wouldn't?) but his legs are thin as sticks since he hasn't been walking for a month (and his legs are sticks anyway). One remark that got to me was Nancy saying how Mom seems better too, after thinking Dad was going to die on Friday. Sigh. Gotta call Mom and Dad both and see how Monday is looking.
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I could roll myself

So I guess I could use myself for the Wraeththu RPG?

I am a d20
You are the large, round, friendly d20! (You probably didn't know this, but the shape of the twenty-sided die is called an Icosahedron.) You are the friendly, outgoing, outspoken, leader of friends. You are often looked up to, even though you don't normally deserve it. Most other types secretly wish they were you, and you'd give them tips on how, if only you had a clue yourself. Your charisma is often all you need, but you have your occasional moments of brilliance as well--just never when it's actually needed. You are the all-around good guy, a dependable chum, a respectable foe, and an inspiration to those who need one. Who says you can't get by on a smile and good looks alone?
Take the quiz at dicepool.com</p>

Meanwhile, my favorite bit of the quiz was on what kind of pet I'd like. My answer: "Five individual pets that join up to form a super pet."
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