December 22nd, 2008

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Plus Pierce Brosnan walked by, but I don't know what that meant, either.

My dreams told me last night that Disney World (at least a version of it) and the Babylon 5 space station (at least a version of it) exist in the same reality.

I like my dreams.

Edited To Add ...other details! My hotel room near Disney had its own, one-woman-staff box office for Disney tickets. NICE service. She was cute, too. Not THAT kind of service, sickos.
Whale fluke

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“Hello, everybody. I am checking in from work, meaning: I made it to work. I can't check LiveJournal from the office, so I'm leaving this message imstead. Made me glad that I only have a four-block walk to get to work. I already helped out a little bit; I covered the front desk for a few minutes until the regular receptionist could stagger in from the snow. Yes, we have several inches of snow, and getting more, and... This is going to be an intersting day. That's all I'll say right now. But I wanted people to know that I had made it.”

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Whale fluke

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“And...felt like checking in again. Been at work, and thank goodness they are feeding us. Or, to be more specific, thank goodness there are leftovers. They had a big company meal back on Friday, and they are feeding us the leftovers, meaning, I'm eating beans right now. So are plenty of the bus drivers. As well as, y'know, apples, oranges, and rolls, and butter, hot cider, hot chocolate. So, now that we've made it in, at least they're feeding us, giving us the strength to go on. So...wanted to report on that.

Definitely puts a different spin on how I experience snow weather now that I am working for a transit company. Anyway... Yeah, my temp job right now is with TriMet, the public transit system here in the Portland area. So that's how I'm being useful. So, back to going to... Back to being useful. (Tripped over my tongue there.)”

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Whale fluke

Yay! Ice cream's now health food!

Because I can always use more fiber in my diet, last night and tonight I mixed in a bit of oat bran with my ice cream. I kind of like it. Interesting texture. Maybe I'm the only person ever who's felt that. An original sensation? Maybe so!
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    Gnarls Barkley plus Monday Night Football (my ears are multitasking)
Scorpio

"The Maestro and Snowfall," by Fatboy Roberts

This DJ guy I keep mentioning, Fatboy Roberts, is (if you listen to his show with Cort) one of the funnier smartasses I know. And when he blogs, he shows...more of himself. Like in the Christmas memory he shares here:
...My uncle, who had a satellite dish and a 21-inch TV, had gotten this VCR for his family. And along with the VCR, had gotten a bootleg copy of a movie I hadn't yet heard about. A movie called Star Wars.

I was 4. I didn't understand half of what was flying off the 21-inch screen. I was 3 feet in front of it, close enough to be lost in the scan lines. I don't remember much, but I remember that I was remembering everything. I was committing it all to memory. It was weird, even then, realizing I was recording these memories as they happened, half toddler, half computer, clad in corduroy and orange, staring at walking carpets and drowning in Ben Burtt's sound spilling from 3 inch speakers on either side of that 21 inch TV.

I remembered the hamburger ship. I remember the one-eyed garbage monster. I rememebered the X ships blowing up the O base and the football player fucking with the blond dude in the bathrobe. That's all I remembered.

That and the view out the window. I was 4, and I couldn't pay attention to anything after 5 minutes. There was this strange, beautiful mish-mash of visuals on my uncle's TV. And there was the window, with a klieg light just outside of the door. And it illuminated every single fat snowflake descending from the clouds. And to my 4 year old mind, watching this movie with a hamburger ship speeding through mylar tunnels in something called "hyperspace," the light glinting off those crystalline, utterly unique flakes flitting from the darkened clouds denoted speed. The snow wasn't falling. The house was flying. And as the Falcon blasted towards Yavin, I fully believed my uncle's house was ascending towards the cosmos. The Christmas lights bouncing off the white walls, softened by the shaggy brown carpet I was laying on, blending with the light diffusing through the window and melting into the sounds and images vibrating off the TV...
Please read the rest of it, if you'd be so kind.

Thank you for this piece, Bobby. (I'm not a MySpace member so I can't add a Kudo, so consider this entry a Kudo.)

(He continues to the same movie meme I did this weekend, and he has worthy and intriguing answers.)