September 15th, 2003


Rent asunder

Dreams like mad last night.

The first dream was where my friend Trey had been convicted (wrongfully) of a capital crime, and was going to be executed. He had changed into a bird, and was spending his last free moments flying free, but when it was time for him to be killed, he flew into my hands, and I had to deliver him unto the executioner.
Then for some reason, I was the one who had to wire up the electrocution chamber, and I was trying my best to find a way to make it appear that he was being electrocuted without actually causing him any harm.
It was this weird riding the line between fulfilling my duty and helping a friend. And I woke up with the feeling still haunting me.

I also had sex dreams last night. Those I understand, because they came out of a dream interpretation I was doing for somebody else, so a lot of her imagery carried over into my dreams. Usually that doesn't happen, but I've been flaky enough lately that some leakage is bound to happen.

Geek-literature moment: I picked up the last Hellboy that I was missing, so now I have the full set. I also picked up an Alan Moore anthology, and I broke down and bought Watchmen.
Yeah, I know, it's standard geek issue. So sue me. I hadn't read it in years, and it's nice to roll into the superhero genre with stories that actually make sense and are well-written.

More later.

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About twenty minutes away from the final code lockdown for release. On one hand, there are still quite a few bugs. On the other hand, the number of bugs in my part of the code are almost zero, and none of them are code faults. At least at this point.

But now I'm basically on hold.

Jalapeno Salsa

Well, now it's kind of anticlimactic. Suddenly I am free to leave at a reasonable time, and I don't know what I shall do. I can go back to the hotel and tub and read, and I could even watch TV.
It's so weird.
It's like my brain is empty.
I could go see a movie. Then again, I like the theaters in the 'cities much better.
I could go bowling.
I could surf the internet for porn, except the company has SurfControl (The Ed Meese of net nannies) installed.
I could go to a strip club, but there aren't any for 50 miles in any direction.
I could have friends over to sit in the hot tub and tell spooky stories, but all my friends are 60 miles away or more.
I gould get some booze and drink heavily, but that would be bad for me.

I think I'll go back to the hotel and read Watchmen some more.

And I did pick up a new Repairman Jack novel.

That should be sufficient to keep my mind out of the gutter, right?
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