The past couple of nights, I've had the most beautiful nightmares.  I awaken remembering the fear, but I also still have, after days of hard work, the gorgeous cinematography of my sleeping self.  Wow.  Some gorgeous things can scare the shit out of a person.

Context doth make cowards of us all, or something.

I need to watch more horror movies.  I've ( Read more... )

I really really really want to write a LiveJournal post that isn't just an amalgam of complaints about work, attacks on people around me, and whining about life.  That I don't seem able to might be taken as evidence for why my creative writing career really never got off the ground.

Presumably these things turn around.

I recall a motivational poster from juniour high, which said something like, "Pray not for an easy life, but for strength."  I tried to link to my juniour high, but it's been repurposed with a different name, apparently, and the FaceBook alumni group has a lot of really dumb stuff in it.  So we'll mention the place, but leave it at that for a ( Read more... )

Like it says.  I'm surrounded by palm trees and things that are probably supposed to look like wrought iron.  It's a really nice city, I'm sure of this.  I'm conveniently ensconced right across from the convention centre where, I am given to understand, ComicCon also happens, at some other time of year, when the throngs of healthcare simulation ( Read more... )

...which I could of course google right now to make sure I spelled it correctly, but I'd rather offer you my imperfect memory for details.  You know that picture of the pipe?  Which has the caption meaning, "This is not a pipe"?  (I googled the image some time ago, and was particularly tickled by the primitive-graphics-rendition with the caption, " ( Read more... )

Bad dreams last night were so realistic I didn't know, on waking up, whether they were real memories of real events.  Until I got, you know, a little more awake.  Now I'm afraid they were predictions.  But dreams don't predict the future.  I know this.  But high school and grad school, although thirty years apart, are more alike than anybody wants ( Read more... )

I have a face to face class tonight at the U of A.  Gnashing my teeth.  There's this thing called the Fundamental Attribution Error, and I have to repeatedly remind myself to avoid it.  The mantra:

If someone does something which fucks with you, even though they meant to do it, they didn't necessarily mean to fuck with you.

Deep breaths.

So the professor says, "Do you play World of Warcraft?"

And so I said, "Do you think I'd be working in a place like this if I could afford a real snake?"

This was not called murder, it was called retirement.  Why do people who make a point of using the word "semiotic" in their presentations always act as if no one but them could possibly be just ( Read more... )

...is what a former colleague of mine called the bus.  I'm so judgemental of people, on the basis of how they act on the bus.  Maybe I need my meds dialed up some.

Another acquaintence of mine always sits down in the first seat available, even the ones with the "Please leave these for the frail and fucked up" sign above.  I've stopped sitting down ( Read more... )

Not having had a dog as a child, I'm frequently reminded by ours that canines need quite a lot more water than cats.  Although the cat and dog are fed on different floors of our Millwoods split-level, they drink from the same water dish-- the one connected to the dog's food dish, as it happens ( Read more... )