![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
If this is Thursday, I must be a Discordian. Though I think I used to say I'm a Discordian on Tuesdays. Ah well. Sri Syadasti doesn't care.
This rumoured blizzard today was a bit of a flop. Not only do I not need to shovel anything, the driveway is dry.
I've seen a couple of questions memes going around again. To those people who are posting questions memes: I probably won't answer them. I don't like the perceived obligation to then let people ask me questions in an open-ended manner in which I am obliged to answer.
Very weird dreams overall, not all of them pleasant. (Best (sarcasm on) bit: having a conversation with my mother and having a complete stranger pull me aside afterwards to says, "I could see the barbs in that. What was that all about?") Also much flying that kept turning into falling because the glider kept getting into a state of, as Anna Russell would say, "Ich bien kaput." And a pterodactyl with a bit of its wingtip lopped off, but it seemed to fly okay nonetheless.
Random useless material and accomplishable-with-current-technology desires: a hot tub and silk pajamas. The usual urge for a teleporter, a pocket universe, or an ability to fold space are not accomplishable with current technology.
Also need more Bach.
This rumoured blizzard today was a bit of a flop. Not only do I not need to shovel anything, the driveway is dry.
I've seen a couple of questions memes going around again. To those people who are posting questions memes: I probably won't answer them. I don't like the perceived obligation to then let people ask me questions in an open-ended manner in which I am obliged to answer.
Very weird dreams overall, not all of them pleasant. (Best (sarcasm on) bit: having a conversation with my mother and having a complete stranger pull me aside afterwards to says, "I could see the barbs in that. What was that all about?") Also much flying that kept turning into falling because the glider kept getting into a state of, as Anna Russell would say, "Ich bien kaput." And a pterodactyl with a bit of its wingtip lopped off, but it seemed to fly okay nonetheless.
Random useless material and accomplishable-with-current-technology desires: a hot tub and silk pajamas. The usual urge for a teleporter, a pocket universe, or an ability to fold space are not accomplishable with current technology.
Also need more Bach.
