Get In The Pit And Try To Scare Someone!

Happy Halloween everybody, may your nights be filled with creepy goodness! I'm strongly considering handing out jell-o shots to all the parents that come to the door tonight. Or maybe hot buttered rum is a better idea, it's pretty cold and rainy today. Suck.

PS— Apologies to Kid Rock. Song's been stuck in my head so I Halloweenized it.

DOTW

Cancelled, Halloween.

Friday Five

Forthcoming, I'm a little behind on sleep this week so I'm behind on everything else...

Update: Nevermind, the questions aren't all that good, so not worth the effort on a Monday.

Half-Nekkid Thursday - Halloween Edition

Happy Halloween everybody. Eye'll be watching you! To learn more about HNT, follow the linky banner.

A Little Fog With Your Cheerios?

Morning Fog
Originally uploaded by That Will Guy.

There's not much I enjoy more than a foggy morning. It's one the best things about the fall/winter months living in Seattle.

Speaking of which, the new seasonal beers are in the store! Samuel Smith's Winter Welcome Ale — Yum! Alaskan Brewing Co.'s Smoked Porter — Double Yum!! Scratch that...Triple Yum!!! One bad thing about being in Seattle for the winter though is that the stores don't seem to carry Breckenridge's Christmas Ale. I couldn't find it last year anyway. I've been good, maybe the gods of beer won't smite me this year. That was one of my favorite December treats in Denver. Probably one of my favorite beers on tap, complete with clove goodness.

Hey, Thanks

To the asshat that decided to whack your door (as hard as you could by the looks of it) into my car at Larry's tonight, you rule!

May an angry flock of pigeons find your car tonight.

DOTW

There was way too much NyQuil in my system this week to participate in DOTW. Although I do remember one brief flash where I was going to drink a Corona and all of my limes turned out to be rotten. Now that's a nightmare.

Thankfully, all of my real limes are just fine. Yeah, I checked.

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1. Have you made any Halloween plans?
Yep, I've got a busy night of scaring the pants off of local children planned.
I wish I had plans to go to big parties out on the town, but alas...

2. At what age should you stop trick-or-treating?
As long as you're comfortable going out I don't draw a line. However, once you turn 21 you really should start trick-or-drinking. I totally support that.

3. What's your favorite kind of Halloween candy?
I'm not a big candy person. But if I were to pick a seasonal candy-ish treat it would be a carmel apple. Affy Tapple mmmmmmm.

4. Are you more likely to trick someone else or be tricked yourself?
Although I was a lot like Lock, Shock and Barrel as a young buck, I'm much more mellow now. I suppose it's probably my turn to be on the tricked end.

5. Do you believe in ghosts?
Absolutely. More than I believe in some "real" people.

My Thoughts to Close Out Today

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The New Story of my Life

Not only is this one of my all time favorite Gary Larson cartoons, but it has become a symbol of my new life here on the crappy side of the building. Ever since I moved to my new location I've apparently become an idiot. The fastest way to my desk from the elevator is to shortcut through the cafeteria. The doors on my end have handles on them and a sign that says push. I keep trying to pull them. Every time.

Oh well, who am I to overcome poor design?

Half-Nekkid Thursday

Taking the Model V out for a spin...

I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but here you have it, my very own HNT submission. To learn more about it, follow the linky banner.

Being Sick Rules

10:30 and I'm off to bed. Woo hoo! Can't remember the last time I could say that. Seriously.

Rainy Day Procrastination Game

I'm looking at something on my desk right now and I can see these colors (in no particular order):

White
Pea Green
Gray (Grey?)
Black
Silver
Dark Green
Bright Green
Light Yellow
Bright Yellow
Light Blue
Dark Blue
Red

What am I looking at?

Faith Renewed

I went to the store tonight and when I was leaving the parking lot I stopped at a traffic light behind a new car (Jetta) with a licence plate that read SKNY PPY. That put a large grin on my face, you don't see stuff like that very often these days.

Note: SKNY PPY of course translates to one of my favorite bands.

I'll Be Your Loser

I watched The Biggest Loser tonight while I ate melted cheese and bread...seemed poetically stupid. Boy I'll tell you, that Jillian Michaels...shew! For some sick reason, knowing the fact that she could seriously kick my ass makes her even hotter. A curious thing though, she's relatively absent from Google image search.

Move Complete

I'm in my new space now, it's swell. I won't bore you by bitching about it. As a bonus, I unpacked all of my boxes that I hadn't even opened since I first moved out here over two years ago. That was a cool trip down nostalgia lane.

I didn't find any free money this time, but I did find something way cool: My Everest Gum Tin collection. 29 empty gum tins, sweet!

Why did I pack those?

DOTW

10/14/05

I'm on an airplane. I don't know where I left from and I don't know where I'm going. We're about to land. I'm sitting in a window seat on the right side of the pane, somewhere in front of the wing. There's a lady sitting next to me, but I don't know who she is. I don't know if somebody is occupying the isle seat or not. The plane is rushing towards the runway and the ground is coming up fast. I can see the tarmac and there is a lot of green grass growing on my side of it. Somehow I can see in front of our plane and notice that another plane has just taken off from the runway we are about to land on. It is heading directly at us. We're only a hundred feet or so off the ground. Suddenly our plane makes a hard roll to the right. I hear screaming.

I'm being thrown around but continue to have a clear view out of the window. I can see the runway directly below my window, it has dark skidmarks on it from landings long gone by. Now I can see the grass on the opposite side of the runway, we're upside down. More screaming. There's a sharp jolt followed by the ear-piercing screech of metal on concrete. Gradually we come to a stop and I'm hanging upside down. I look at the lady next to me and we both smile. We're alive. I reach up to try and undo my seatbelt and hear and enormous boom and feel a flash of heat. The world goes white.

I wake up.

exp: I don't know what the deal is with airplanes in my dreams lately. I think I'm not going to get on one for a little while.

Kick My Ass

Every time I see this guy on my television I want to throw the remote at his big bald head. Why, oh why must my late night brain rotting be polluted with commercials from this guy? He looks like Dr. Phil gone scam artist. Video Professor my ass. The moron was just on tv pointing at a CD that explains how to use Windows Me while asking people to try his product! I'd love to see the look on someone's face when they fire up that little gem. I can't believe people are naive enough to throw him all the money he must need to keep up this bad infomercial habit he has. Good God man, go away.

Closer...closer

More Halloween decorating today, things are really shaping up. I know because I'm getting that tell-tale holiday permagrin going.

The only big thing left to do is to make my props for the driveway crime scene. Thrift stores here I come!

5

1. Who is your favorite superhero?
I've never really been into the superhero/comic book thing. I had a lot of friends that were, but it just never appealed to me. I did always like Spiderman's nemisis Venom though.

2. If you could have any superpower what would it be?
Ah, the age old question... I've always wanted to be invisible. Mainly because I've always kind of felt like I am, might as well take it to the literal.

3. What would your super outfit look like?
I'm guessing I'd be naked, but who cares, I'm invisible.

4. What would your super villain/nemesis be like?
J. Crew

5. What would your catch phrase/calling card be?
"I don't exist when you don't see me"

What Do You Do With Free Money?

As mentioned in my previous post, I found a gift certificate for Amazon today, which in my book gives me 50 free dollars to blow on something fun. Any suggestions from the millions of people who read my blog?

Move Prep

So I finished packing up my desk today and although it was a pain in the ass, it actually turned out to be a happy experience. Here's a list of presents I received from myself while cleaning up:

• My long lost scissors (both pairs!)
• $50 gift certificate to Amazon
• $5 gift card for Blockbuster (whoopee, I hate BB)
• $25 uncashed rebate check
• $25 uncashed personal check (probably too late for this one)
• $10.67 in loose change
• 4 network cables (I've been looking for a cable for the past 3 weeks)
• My favorite Donald Rumsfeld quote - Reports that say something hasn't happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns – the ones we don't know we don't know.
• A big astrological profile of myself I printed out a few years back. It's pretty cool so I think I'll transcribe it, look for that in a later post (maybe).

Pretty much everybody is moving and I just noticed that one of my neighbors has all this Chlorox stuff and is totally cleaning her area. Am I bad for leaving dust bunnies all over the place for the next guy that inhabits this corner of the office? Oh well, too late now. I suppose I could always go and interrupt her to borrow some, but I'm having too much fun living in the moment and watching her clean (sorry, I am a guy). She's pretty darn easy on the eyes (which, believe me, is an extreme rarity around here), I'm rather bummed I won't have my chance encounters with her in the hallway anymore. I'm sure I'm not lucky enough to have her move to the same new location as me. I'm doomed to be surrounded with a room full of extremely dorky guys. And not the good dorky.

Fun With Conference Calls

Quick setup since the idea isn't mine. This week's episode of How I Met Your Mother had a plot branch where Barney (Doogie Howser [Neil Patrick Harris]) was offering Robin, who is an on-the-scene news reporter, cash to do stupid stuff while on the air. The first dare was to say "booger" at some point during one of her spots.

So I'm on a conference call right now (really, I'm paying attention) for our company quarterly meeting. One of the other people on the phone was having phone mute issues because I kept hearing things in the background. Turns out it was a friend of mine because she emailed me to see if I had heard her answer her cell phone. I replied that I had heard someone answer their phone, but to be sure, say "booger" and I'll let you know.

She did. Twice.

I'm happy to report that I was successfully able to confirm that her mute button was indeed NOT operating properly.

Thank you Television I haven't laughed that hard in quite a while.

Yeah, I'm Procrastinating

1. Legal First name? William
2. Were you named after anyone? Yep, my dad. William.
3. Do you wish on stars? Sort of.
4. When did you last cry? Boys don't cry.
5. What is your favorite lunch meat? Pepperoni.
6. What is your birth date? Feb 4.
7. Whats your most embarrassing CD? None that I actually listen to.
8. Would you be friends with you? Totally.
9. Do you use sarcasm a lot? No!
10. What are your nicknames? Other than varriations of William, Joe (no I can't explain it).
11. Would you bungee jump? Yes, if it wasn't so damn $$.
12. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Never. They may have laces, but I'm an old school Vans wearer.
13. Do you think that you are strong? At what?
14. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Daiquiri ice.
15. Shoe Size? 9-ish.
16. Red or pink? Red.
17. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? We don't want to go there.
18. Who do you miss most? Smitty.
19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Black and black.
20. What are you listening to right now? mind.in.a.box
21. What did you eat for breakfast? Sugar Smacks (I refuse to call them Honey Smacks).
22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Chartreuse. (I don't know, I just think it sounds funny)
23. What is the weather like right now? Raining.
24. Last person you talked to on the phone? Heather.
25. The first things you notice about the opposite sex? Safe answer? Hair and shoes.
26. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Well, I like the person I stole it from.
27. Favorite Drink? Outside of the bar, peach sparkling water.
28. Hair Color? Brownish.
29. Do you wear contacts? Not anymore. Thanks Lasik!
30. Favorite Food? Mr. Salty Pretzels.
31. Last Movie You Watched? Baraka.
32. Favorite Day Of The Year? Halloween.
33. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Good movies.
34. Summer Or Winter? Fall.
35. Hugs OR Kisses? Depends.
36. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? I'm not a big dessert person, Creme Brule I suppose.
37. Living Arrangements? House.
38. What books Are You Reading? "The Way Of The Superior Man" (It's not what it sounds like) and, slowly, "MCAD/MCSD Developing Web Applications." Excitement!
39. What's On Your Mouse Pad? I don't have one.
40. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? My Name is Earl and Nip/Tuck (thanks Tivo).
41. Favorite Smells? Vanilla, pine and a freshly mowed lawn.
42. Favorite junk food? Pretzels.
43. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Would have to be the Stones.
44. What's the farthest you've been from home? In terms of miles, I think Paris. But in terms of feeling far from home, Honduras.

Dead Chick

I've been putting off this review for over a week now so it's about time I got too it. I'm no movie critic but I'll throw out my thoughts anyway.

So I finally went to see Tim Burton's latest, Corpse Bride. I'll just start by saying that although I think the story was decent and the animation was excellent, if you're not a Tim Burton fan, you probably won't like this one. But then, I know a lot of people really liked it. However I'm a huge Tim Burton fan and based on his other work it left me a bit wanting. As I said the story was good, the animation was good, but I left the theater feeling like the film was just...rushed. Now I'm not a fan of dragging out movies just to drag them out, nothing's worse than seeing a movie and going "okay, that could have been done in 15 minutes", but this one really could have used some more depth.

The one thing that really amazes me about his stop motion films is the character design. He's an absolute genius when it comes to portreying personality through appearance alone. I knew everying about each of the characters from the moment I first saw them. Brilliant work.

I give it 3 out of 5 Nerds

Just for shits and grins, here's my Tim Burton top 10^*:

1. Edward Scissorhands
2. The Nightmare Before Christmas
3. Sleepy Hollow
4. Big Fish
5. Corpse Bride
6. Batman Returns (Catwoman)
7. Batman
8. Ed Wood
9. Mars Attacks
10. Beetle Juice^**

^*I haven't seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
^**Sorry, not a Geena Davis fan^***
***Nor Alec Baldwin

Happiness is

Hearing your hands down, all time, no questions asked, favorite song on the radio. Extended version to boot! Wish I could link to audio, everybody should hear it.

Tag, I Guess I'm It

Happykap whacked me with a post tag.

Here are the rules:

Delve into your blog archive.
Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these
instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas.
Tag five people to do the same.

My #23 dates back to the super early date of Wednesday, July 06, 2005.

Sticking exaclty to the rules, I guess sentence #5 would be the text I found in my fortune cookie that day:

"You will become better acquainted with a co-worker"

Given that the source is a cookie I can't really ponder it for much meaning, subtext or hidden agendas. Although that cookie was giving me some funny looks that day...

I only know one other person in this silly Blog world and being a rather antisocial person I don't think I'll go slap 4 people at random. So Jimmy's going to have to be it.

DOTW!!

10/08/2005

I find myself in a multi-level parking garage. I don't know how I got there or why. It looks like it is situated the middle of a war zone...or maybe Detroit. It's got a respectable number of cars in it and the walls are covered in graffiti and crumbling from bullet holes. People that I apparently know, or at least recognize, are timidly rushing about. I'm not sure where they are going, but I follow along.

Wandering up the ramps and sometimes stairs, we eventually enter a classroom(?) where an unknown teacher is preparing for class. The dimly lit room is rather full but very quiet, people taking in hushed whispers. I look about and know everybody, but at the same time, I don't know anybody.

I decide to walk back to my car and notice gangs patrolling the now deserted driveways. Ducking down here and there I hear occasional gunfire followed by brief muffled screams. Why the hell am I in this garage?

I get back to my car and open the trunk, there's nothing in there. I don't know why I walked back here. People are milling about again so I decide to go back to the classroom. Along the way I run into a beautiful girl I've known for a long time, but have never had the nerve to talk to. But again, at the same time, I don't know who she is. She's very kind and we have a quiet conversation as we walk back towards the classroom together.

There's a noise coming from one of the stairwells, so we decide to walk up using the driveway ramps. Suddenly there are people rapidly walking in the opposite direction of where we are headed and it quickly becomes apparent why. There's a guy (I know him, but I don't) staggering down the ramp. He's ghost white and not all there. By not all there I mean he's literally not all there. For whatever reason, I know instantly what has happened to him. He has used a do-it-yourself biomechanics kit to try and transform himself. He's missing both legs and one arm. In the place of his legs are six stainless steel spider-looking legs and he's got a giant mechanical arm where his original one used to be. The cuts aren't clean and he's lost (and is still losing) a lot of blood.

The man starts to stumble and falls out the window on the perimeter of the garage. The girl I was walking with is gone. I walk down to investigate closer.

When I arrive at where the guy landed he's surrounded by robotics doctors trying to patch him up. They all look grim as he lays limp and they test the mechanical systems and try to stop bleeding. I don't know why, but I particularly notice one of them playing with the guy's new mechanical hand. It's got all these weird buttons on it and isn't moving on its own.

Suddenly I'm in my house, looking out the back door. The screen is shut, but the sliding glass door is open. There's a loud noise overhead and an airplane comes into view. It looks and sounds like it is doing all these acrobatic tricks just beyond my house. The weird thing is that it's a large plane, like a FedEx plane. I have just enough time to think how odd that is before it slams into the ground about 3 blocks away generating a massive fireball. I quickly shut the glass door so as to not get hit by flying bits and pieces. No sooner is the door shut than a baseball hits the top of the glass and cracks it. I look outside towards where the plane crashed and there are about 7 people in baseball uniforms jumping up and down with their arms in the air yelling "Touchdown".

I wake up.

Move Over Bacon

I found out last week that I have to move again, so when I got to the office this morning I went and scoped things out. I swear, I live in Dark City and every night some odd people sit in a room and think of new ways to arrange the office. Oh well, at least I get to shack up with Jennifer Connelly. Here's my reaction to the new digs.

It's located in a high traffic area and has those stupid half-height cube walls. Time to break out my mad construction skills and build myself some walls I guess. Maybe a door too!

To make things worse, here's what my current home looks like (pardon my piss-poor photo stiching job, I'm feeling lazy today). You'll notice there are already some boxes packed...those are left over from my last move and I never unpacked them. And I won't even show you what's in my drawers that I have to pack up. File cabinet drawers, sicko.

My Eyes, My Eyes

The elevators in my building got a lighting upgrade over the weekend. They used to have a nice dim ambient feel to them, now it's like walking into a tanning bed. Thanks guys!

PS- Good job saving energy too. I'll be sure to visit all of the elevators out here this year so I can fully enjoy my next bonus check.

Cool Ass Things About This Week

01. I finally fufilled my life-ling dream of owning a fog machine.
02. Halloween decorating is looking good and I'm only about 25% done.
03. I was in training all week and therefore didn't have to think much.
04. Pumpkin ice cream.
05. Pumpkin ice cream.
06. Hot buttered rum.
07. Although my team lost an extreme heartbreaker, they still looked good.
08. Halloween clothing at Target provided me with 3 new shirts I can wear all year round.
09. CAT6
10. Rebate checks.

Would You Like it or do You NEED it?

He gave it to he who gave it to she who showed it to me.

Google.
Type in "(your name) needs" (remember to use the quotes).
Look at the 5 websites that say you need something. (Use different websites)
What are the 5 things you need?

Note: I started out using "Will" and apparently Last Will and Testaments need a lot of stuff. I soon tired of wading through all those and switched to "William".

• William needs lifting and has to be tube fed — not a bad idea
• William needs advice, Go To Bottom — interesting
• William needs to stop killing for sport — if this is what I do when I'm sleeping then I agree
• William needs to give me details — I actually do enjoy talking to myself. Am I crazy?


• William needs it — I don't need much, just it.
• William needs a very compassionate dog lover to give him a safe garden and a warm
  bed to complete his retirement years — I'm thinking most people won't get why this is so funny
• WILLIAM NEEDS TO BE REMEMEBERED TODAY — Appeared in caps, seems important

Okay so I cheated, that's 7. I have issues with narrowing down.

Freitag Funf

1. How long have you had your LiveJournal/blog?
Coupla months.

2. What do you consider to be the main purpose of your LiveJournal/blog?
To enlighen the world in all that is the beautiful and wonderful me.

3. If you could change something about your personal blogging style, what would it be?
If I could change? What would be stopping me, it's my blog isn't it? Boring, I'd like to be more boring. I give it a pretty good go right now, but I bet I could really be spectacularly boring if I truly applied myself.

4. What are your criteria for adding someone to your friends list/blog roll?
Don't really have any, but I'm pretty picky. Probably overly so.

5. Name one thing that you've never before written about in your LJ/blog.
Monkeys fucking. Not that I don't find it interesting, it's just a subject that doesn't come up much.

Demon Spawn Take II

Oh man, what a riot. The prick married to the bitch next door just came knocking to do a new round of unfounded yelling. People are out back putting in a fence today between my house and the 8 foot drop-off that now exists at the end of the yard. So people are parked by his house and walking around out back. He's upset about it: "Hey, those people you hired to install the fence are...bla bla bla".

"Really? That's too bad. I didn't hire them. The new development did. Go talk to them."

"Oh, sorry about that."

"Sure ya are. Bye."

32

So my bar tab at dinner tonight was $32. $32!!! Doesn't sound so bad until I tack on the fact that it included a grand total of 2 glasses of wine. They were good, but not that good. I totally read the wine list wrong. They had two columns of prices, I guess I was looking at the "4oz. taster" prices column when I ordered. Apparently a full glass is double the taster. I won't tell you what the full bill was because spending that much on a Tuesday night dinner makes me feel too guilty. Suffice to say it included the afformentioned bar tab, 1 coke, 2 orders of king crab legs (hands down the best I have EVER had ANYWHERE), 1 terribly bad salad, a misc. kids meal, ice cream and valet parking. Ouch.

Hurray for mindlessly blowing cash for no good reason.

PS- The next time you're in town, we ARE going to the Seastar. Well, those of you who enjoy a good crab dinner anyway.

7:00

I don't ask for much in life, I really don't, but come on Washington. All I wanted was a little vodka so I could stir up some bloody mary's tomorrow to pep me up for my early morning training class. But noooooooo, apparently liquor stores here close at 7:00 PM. WTF???

So Dreamy in Paris

Inaugural DOTW!

Thur 9/29
I don't know how I got there, but I found myself outside at a party at somebody's (very large) house. For whatever reason, Paris Hilton is my date. But it's kind of awkward, not like a real date, more of like I somehow won a date with her. But it wasn't that either, just the closest explanation I can think of. So we are standing around this super long buffet kind of table that is outside in a very large backyard. Paris hands me a glass of champagne and says it's called Richtal and that it is way better than Cristal. We toast to who knows what and I take a sip. It's the most wonderful nectar to ever reach my lips and that's the only way I can describe it.

Suddenly I find myself upstairs inside the house. I wander into a bathroom which leads out to a deck. Once on the deck I have a view of Mt. Ranier like you have never seen before, like it's the whole backyard of the house. The weird thing is, there are people all over the side of the mountain, tumbling down it and kicking up snow as they go. I ponder that for a second and then head down the stairs attached to the deck to get back to the party.

Along the way I run into Paris' sister (Nicole?). She's entertaining people by bending over and showing them what she's wearing under her skirt, which is nothing. As I walk by she accidentally pees while bending over and falls over laughing. The crowd gathered around follows suit. Somebody walks up to me and asks me if I saw the Zebra and points at Nicole. I have no idea what he's talking about so I continue on.

I get back to the buffet table which is now entirely filled with exotic bottles of champagne and has a bartender behind it. I try to ask for another glass of Richtal, but he just speaks to me rather rudely in some weird language. He starts offering up a whole bunch of different glasses, like chalices and stuff, nothing close to a champagne flute. I think he's dicking with me. Somehow he conveys to everyone that he needs $20 from the gathering crowd in order to go back to work. I contribute $5 and he disappears into the back. A few seconds later he returns and starts pouring glasses for everyone...except me. Then he goes away again.

I see him playing around in the back and start yelling at him to get out here and give me a drink like everyone else. After a few minutes of that he casually walks back to the table and starts making fun of me. Somehow he suddenly learned English.

The phone rings. Damn wakeup calls...

Exp: I've got no explanation but this was really weird because I don't think I could stand spending 5 minutes with that Paris hag. Actually now that I think about it, I didn't.

New Feature

I'm sure somebody is already doing this, but I haven't seen it (didn't bother to look) so I'm going to claim it as my own idea. Of course I'll probably go look now, see it's been done and feel like a schmuck, but oh well. So here's the thing, I've always had this odd fascination with dreams. Not in one of those hey, I wonder what this means kind of ways, but more of a wow, that was totally fucked up kind of way. I like to collect my most whacked out, totally out there, completely pointless streams of subconsciousness. The problem is, I've never taken to writing them down and so over time I've lost the memory of some pretty good ones. To stop that trend I'm instituting Dream Of The Week (DOTW) (or maybe just .W, that'd be all trendy and stuff). I think I'll do it every Monday, but we'll see. I'll probably start early this week to get the ball rolling. Feel free to participate on your own, I'm always up for a good story.

No real rules, just pure unadulterated subconscious mish mash. Anything's game, but really, the weirder the better. Or creepier, I like creepy. Don't worry if you can't remember everything, it's the thought that counts. You can never convey them properly through words anyway. Actually, bearing that in mind, this might not work out all that well, but we'll see how it goes.

If you'd like to follow yours up with your own interpretation that's cool, but it's not necessary. For me there's usually more of an explanation than interpretation, but whatever. Oh yeah, and you don't have to start off with "I had this dream the other night..." Duh, it's a DOTW!

Slightly Late

1. What kind of computer do you have? (Mac, iBook, Dell, etc.)
Dell Dimension 9100, dual core 2.8GHz with 1GB RAM.

2. How old is it? Are you happy with it?
About a month. Hells yeah.

3. How many computers are in your household? (at home if you are away at school)
Five. Seven if you include the Xboxes.

4. What are your favorite games/timewasters on your computer?
I'm not a big PC gamer, I prefer consoles. However I have plenty of time wasters...collecting music, messing with graphics, playing with pictures, this thing, etc.

5. If money were no object, what kind of computer would you like to have?
I'm not even going to open that can of worms. It would have at least 4 processors, 8GB RAM and a separate disk array with 10TB worth of HDD space...RAID. Okay, I cracked the can a little.

First Classy

What's the deal with all of the folks that travel first class? Like legitimately travel first class, not lame-o upgraders such as myself. Which, by the way, I got snubbed on this time around. Both ways. Anyway, have you ever noticed how they hawk around the ticket counter? What's up with that? They never go and sit in the bench seats while they wait. Like it's dirty to mingle with the coachers even outside of the airplane. Seriously, pay attention the next time you're at the airport, I guarantee everyone you see standing up near the gate 30 minutes before boarding is going to be sitting in a first class seat. I dunno, I just think it's weird.