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| So I know I haven't blogged in ages, I just read this thing on Kavka's Toxin Puzzle, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kavka%27s_toxin_puzzle
Interesting enough that I thought I should throw it on here, not so utterly astounding that I'm actually motivated to remember how to link stuff, or how Xanga does it- I'm sure the site has gone through at least 3 incarnations since I last posted.
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| Only thing cooler than finding a five in your pocket you didn't know you had is finding one lying atop the snow in still pristine (not soggy/muddy) condition.
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| Mmm, sorry for the lack of updating, i'm sure you've heard this whole spiel many times, and shall thus spare us any more.
In other news, if you wanna really wanna piss a rather peaceable sammy off, go missing for a day and a half despite general noises towards hanging out, don't answer your cell, and then phone me at 3 AM barely coherent because you're high on acid, thinking you might need a cab as the one you've already called pulls up.
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| A big 'Fuck You' to all of those people who dine and dash; putrefy whilst in hell.
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| So here I am, mostly blind, typing out this post in my boxers , after i'd just spent twenty minutes 'loving' my computer, trying to get it to boot up for the day's activities (me standing over it, mostly naked again, rubbing a towel on its sides and shit, yeah it's special). All because I didnt wanna forget this dream, which probably isnt that great anyways by now. Anyways!
I never remember too many specifics in my dream, but Nate and I were in some sort of school, possibly private school. Meanwhile, there's like this comedian's rant going on in the back of my head, and at one part, they're talking about why people do stupid shit and you just don't understand and you're like WHY? Why would go and do that?! WHY the tour (or whatever)? And they'd reply "well... I got this book!" Uhhuh, yeah, a friggin book. Congrats.
Anyways, at the private school now, it is nate's first chance to leave the premises of wherever we are, and go to "the vault" (i think, i'll explain why im hazy on this) , which is basically whitehorse's CD plus. Why do we need to go to the vault? because its his first chance (along with about ten other people who are also all leaving for 'the vault') to go buy Thom Yorke's new CD, Which i have firmly being held in my mind as his CD "The eraser", but i remember thinking how weird it was that the store was releasing a cd that had the same name. (So either the store was The eraser, or the cd was the vault, for purposes of this dream) anyways, next thing i know he's also asked a lady (east indian of course, they gots to stick together y'kno! lol.) if he can basically share her internet, and then the entire store gets all hoity toity on him and is like 'do you know how serious that is? all it takes is a password, just a little password, yes thats all it takes!' meanwhile giving him these looks of doom and "you're the reason our children's futures are destroyed and gonna end up messed in the head, you bad, bad man' looks. So Eventually i come to nate's rescue and get tired of everyone giving him evil looks in this store-slash-something else, even the guy in the weird rubberized costume that made him look like a bird or something was chastising him. Anyways so I stand up all TAll and mighty-like, and say "HEY! Fuck you guys! No! Seriously! HE's like the biggest fan of Thom Yorke! HE's got every single cd the guy's put out, he's even got this book of like, closeups of thom yorke's face and stuff! THOM YORKE doesn't even like them! I don't even understand why he would get something like that !??! 'well... I got the book' " And then the crowd starts laughing like i'm a comedian, and i think about it , and it's pretty funny, but I had totally meant to tie it in with the point that if he liked something enough and thought it was good enough then he'd pay money for it like everyone else. The place becomes very surreal at that point and it's like theater hall gets imposed on cd store/ swimming pool which guy in weird suit falls into.
I was pretty impressed in general though that I managed to come up with a joke in my dream that wasn't blatantly someone else's that i can think of and to me is actually kinda funny though i guess you kinda had to be there. And thus i woke up and was like "damned if i'm forgetting the time I had a whole theater hall laughing uproariously!" and then i proceeded to fiddle with my computer and type this blog with nothing but a pair of undershorts. Ima go take a shower now and put in my contacts.
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