February 23rd, 2010

dreams never die

Dreams, links, and... Dad being domestic?

Someone stole my dad and replaced him with a domestic warrior today. He cooked dinner tonight (steak, baked potatoes, and salad--okay, I did the salad) and even made the lemon pie that he's always asking Mum to make. The potatoes weren't quite done, but a bit of nuking in the microwave took care of that.

I had another weird dream this morning. I was at ASC, and I was on a swing set where the chapel is now. I think a swing set would be a much better use of the college's money than a chapel, but whoever donated the money for the chapel thought otherwise. Ben, a guy I went to high school with, was on the swing next to me. He jumped off and got in a line that was forming. I joined him a minute later and saw that several other guys I went to high school with were in that line. Another line was forming next to the one I was in. Mr. Langley, my high school principal, counted five of us off and gave us a ticket. Knepper, one of the guys, noticed that I had joined them, and he asked if I wanted a boner or veggies. (This was for pizza; for some reason I knew this.) I said I wasn't in the mood for veggies, so I said I wanted a boner, please. (Meat--again, for some reason I knew this.) Chase, yet another guy from high school in the next line, laughed.

We approached the front of the line, which happens to end at Evans. We entered, and the dining hall looks just like my high school cafeteria as I knew it. Two of my friends from elementary school sat down at a small table, but they didn't have pizza. I looked around for whatever they had, and I saw the line for it and got in line. At the front of the line, Mme Knowlton was serving tofu and rice. I took some and woke up.

On a completely different note, link spam! I've been doing these on Twitter for the most part. You can probably guess my Twitter name. Hint: I'm not that creative.

I don't like talking on the phone. This comic explains why.

Turn your website into music with Code Organ. SWAT sounds like a rave, my LJ sounds like a party, and my Twitter sounds like crickets chirping to a poorly played slap bass.

Prevent Internet pollution. Unlink your stinking feeds.

Why should you shorten your URLs when you can make them frightening and suspicious?

More library porn OH YES

Don't worry. This is why I use Delicious to channel my virtual packrat tendencies.