More with the dreams already.

ardaniel, have you ever pondered sending emails to your friends in strange code due to parental influences? You were in my dream, at least. :}

Other features of the dream included my little brother Ben who has no relation to me, but I forget why; a high school that really rather resembled a shopping mall; someone who'd taken a bet or something to speak Spanish for the entire day attempting to find someone who could change a fifty who actually could follow his request; and hiking back towards home (well, my parents' house) from the bus stop (county, not school) because I'd realised just as I was about to get there that I felt too utterly miserable to actually go to school, and so it was necessary to march back in the oppressive heat which was pretty bad even though I was only wearing my thigh-length watermelon shirt and not carrying anything. (And to carry on in the ice cream theme there was apparently a Friendly's wodged in between the gas station and the turn-off for the grocery.)

When I finally crawled out of bed I found a folder of comics on top of my computer, from brooksmoses and suzimoses. I feel fuzzed.

In a fit of genius, I have added emails with the phrase "only $" to my spam filters.

!!!

Not only did one of the best-known board fundies jump in after someone commented on her friend's suicide to affirm that it was entirely right and okay for parents to teach their children that homosexuality was a mortal sin, but oh, she's sorry that the kid died. . .

. . . but someone has posted a response to that announcement asking for proof that the suicide actually happened.

I am so out.

teinedreugan and I went out to see Daredevil. With plans to stop at the Museum of Science first because I wanted to see if they had the first volume of the heiroglyphics dictionary that they only had Vol II of when I went to the Egypt exhibit with autumnesquirrel and sstaten.

We parked in the Galleria lot and went through Borders on the way because teinedreugan wanted to look for CDs, so I went and lurked in ancient history (picked up a nicely illustrated book about heiroglyphics while there). The MOS only had Volume II but I know what it was now (the Dover dictionary of heiroglyphics by Budge).

We went to the movie. We were going to go out to dinner but I was teh fried before the movie, and afterwards I was all tottery. I would like to have my emotional reserves back, please. I'm all out.

We put in A Slight Case of Overbombing on the way home -- that being one of the discs that we picked up -- and had a slightly incoherent discussion about "Vision Thing" that means I have to look up the lyrics. And then I came away with the impression that the Sisters of Mercy were sounding a lot like Midnight Oil, and an urge to pull some tracks off Diesel and Dust off onto Menage, which I'll do at some point.

Today's song lyrics, though, are from Erasure's "Star", from earlier song-stuck-in-head:

God is love, God is war
T.V. preacher tell me more
Father help me am I pure?
As pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money sent you flowers
Could I worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?