Again with dreaming

So... I don't really remember much about last night's dream... but I can say with certainty that Kyle Lemoi was in it.

Yup, that's right Kyle Douglas Lemoi.

He was super fine and doing something worldwide that might have been directing, could have also been working for the mafia. I can't quite describe it.

Now, for the myraids of you readers who have no idea who Kyle Douglas Lemoi is, well he's probably the best Lighting Designer in the Universe. He also has had Ants in his Pants for as long as I've known him.

some of y'all might thing it's a bad idea to mention Kyle Lemoi by name in my blog, lest he do a google on his name and pull this here page up. but frankly, ----->Kyle you owe me a phonecall<-----


so there.


OH yeah, PS: You should be dancing. yeah.

I really tried this time

but I can't seem to remember my dreams from last night.
There were the type worthy of sharing too.


oh well.

I can tell you that instead of coming to see what I thought was the opening of Tank Plays, but in fact was the preview of Tank Plays. I got holed up in Watertown (formerly Romper Room) in lower Queen Anne with:

My good friend and partner, Mary Margret.
A Woman who grew up in the same town as I did, at the same time, and is Jewish to boot. (not really that rare, I suppose, but a fun coincidence)
And a sassy Lesbian with a boys name who kept grabbing my ass and cramming her tounge in my ear. She even promised to to convert to Judaism if I'd marry her.


go figure.


oh yeah, go see Gilgamesh @ Union Garage. It's keen. You're keen. We are all Keener

It has caffeine too.

So, at least once a day I'll have some massive chocolate cravings.

But alas, we here at the 'mutt have agreed to keep the dark goodness out of the office for the sake of our pant size (this rule is often broken)

but now I've just finished my last meeting for the day, and the one thing I want to do more than anything else is to take a bath in peanut m&m's.


oh well.

Peeve of the day

When I add petrol to my horseless carriage, it's usually a one person operation.

Of course there are machines involved:

Gas Pumps
Telcom lines
Credit card server farms
etc.


but what really confuses me is why when the petrol/money transaction is done, and I've not felt the presence of another being during the entire duration of said transaction, the machine tells me that :

"It is our pleasure to serve you, please come again."

WHO ARE YOU??!?!?!?

Mr. Speilberg aside, unless there is a cadre of scientists buried in a cave somewhere who know something that I don't, machines are unable to derive pleasure from anything.
{The following is a Rhetorical Query}
Is Texamobilexonell trying to trick me into believeing that their machines are prescient? Just like the media always attempts to portray machines as more endowed than they really are?

Or are they just stupid/sloppy?

cmon folks, give it up. We're on to you.

no really, I'm pissed

Here we are with another large CME and it's all foggy and shit... I was hopeful this AM when it was all clear, but no dice.

No Aurorae for Sven.

But all is not lost, as Drood and I just had yummy sushi with Dreamy Cloud Sake.

But of what value is this to you fair reader? Just another chance to hear a tipsy dis-satisfied rant from your favorite imaginary Spanish/Danish Radio astronomer?

nope. none.

A journal sans value.
All fatty.
In Fact, this update is analogous to bacon.

I guess I jest need to get out of my head for a little while.

Other than that,,, I'm out of ideas for the night.


Illiteracy is Poison

Seattle, Uber Borealis?

Every time the sun blows off a large Caronal Mass Ejection It's all cloudy here in Seattle.

To make it more sadly, sometimes Texas and Florida get a night show.


OK, I should stop complaining and go to Finland for the holiday.

Who's coming with?