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Aug. 6th, 2003 02:59 pmDid someone try to send me an IM earlier? Something from AIM popped up and I accidentally cancelled it without seeing what it was. Might have been one of those "do you want to accept this message?" things. I dunno.
I dreamed that I was at my family reunion and there were all these people I didn't know. Like all of a sudden I had all these aunts and uncles who were like Jewish with lots of makeup and bad toupees. Which would be fine except that I don't have any such relatives. And somehow I was doing all the cooking for everybody I was frying up a whole shitload of some big-ass buffalo wings--so big that they were really hard to cook. A lot of them came out burned, and most of the rest of them were still bloody inside. And none soaked up any of the hot sauce, so they were bland as fuck. Most everyone played it off like they were really good, except for the 14-year-old budding alpha males, who laughed at my buffalo wings and went to get McDonald's or some such filth.
Next thing I knew, I was at some sort of arcade with all the 14-year-old budding alpha males, none of whom I knew, by the way. (Biggest bunch of strangers at a reunion that I ever saw.) Anyway, there was a mini hockey rink that you could actually skate around on and play a game. So all of a sudden I was standing in the middle of the rink, wearing full gear and trying to figure out how to hold my racquet or pole or whatever you call it. About that time I realized that I had NO IDE how to skate or even the dimmest notion of the rules of hockey. "What if I cross the blue line?" I thought. "Will I be called for clipping?" I glanced around at the evil teenagers and knew that they'd eat me alive after the buffalo-wing debacle. I tried to figure out how to make my escape. But it turned out that I didn't have to; something went haywire with the coin slots (yes, there were coin slots), and everybody finally started leaving.
Then I was in the stands at the opening game of some new baseball stadium. I was watching batting practice and looking around at the stands when all of a sudden there was a big explosion back behind home plate. People were running around the field like crazy and fans in the stands were freaking out. Emergency vehicles drove in from the outfield and headed for the scene. Then all the people on the field started laughing and carrying on, making clear that the whole thing was some sort of planned joke on the fans. So naturally I started booing like a madman. And soon EVERYONE was booing like madmen. And then the fans bum-rushed the field and starting tearing shit up. The last thing I remember is the outfield fence being ripped down.
What does any of that MEAN?!? I dunno and I don't care; I'm just glad Albert wasn't in this one.
I dreamed that I was at my family reunion and there were all these people I didn't know. Like all of a sudden I had all these aunts and uncles who were like Jewish with lots of makeup and bad toupees. Which would be fine except that I don't have any such relatives. And somehow I was doing all the cooking for everybody I was frying up a whole shitload of some big-ass buffalo wings--so big that they were really hard to cook. A lot of them came out burned, and most of the rest of them were still bloody inside. And none soaked up any of the hot sauce, so they were bland as fuck. Most everyone played it off like they were really good, except for the 14-year-old budding alpha males, who laughed at my buffalo wings and went to get McDonald's or some such filth.
Next thing I knew, I was at some sort of arcade with all the 14-year-old budding alpha males, none of whom I knew, by the way. (Biggest bunch of strangers at a reunion that I ever saw.) Anyway, there was a mini hockey rink that you could actually skate around on and play a game. So all of a sudden I was standing in the middle of the rink, wearing full gear and trying to figure out how to hold my racquet or pole or whatever you call it. About that time I realized that I had NO IDE how to skate or even the dimmest notion of the rules of hockey. "What if I cross the blue line?" I thought. "Will I be called for clipping?" I glanced around at the evil teenagers and knew that they'd eat me alive after the buffalo-wing debacle. I tried to figure out how to make my escape. But it turned out that I didn't have to; something went haywire with the coin slots (yes, there were coin slots), and everybody finally started leaving.
Then I was in the stands at the opening game of some new baseball stadium. I was watching batting practice and looking around at the stands when all of a sudden there was a big explosion back behind home plate. People were running around the field like crazy and fans in the stands were freaking out. Emergency vehicles drove in from the outfield and headed for the scene. Then all the people on the field started laughing and carrying on, making clear that the whole thing was some sort of planned joke on the fans. So naturally I started booing like a madman. And soon EVERYONE was booing like madmen. And then the fans bum-rushed the field and starting tearing shit up. The last thing I remember is the outfield fence being ripped down.
What does any of that MEAN?!? I dunno and I don't care; I'm just glad Albert wasn't in this one.
