February 5th, 2006


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Bizarre dreams. One involving some sort of underground mine or secret tunnels, which could have been partially triggered by the "Rats in the Walls" H.P. Lovecraft story that I read last night but is more likely a dream about affecting my subconscious. The other involved myself and a bunch of others going to some sort of camp that had the feel of a chemical dependency treatment facility, but happier.

Have fun with your poop!

poop photo gallery

Facts on farts, including a long list of slang that is highly amusing.

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What is yours?
Explain yourself
Culinary: Little Debbie Snack Cakes What's to explain? Chocolate, hydrogenated vegetable oil, preservatives...
Literary: The Destroyer and Mack Bolan Cheesy pulp fiction. Quick, easy, uncomplicated
Audiovisual: low-budget horror movies I like low-budget horror films. Creativity reigns supreme. Sometimes cheese.
Musical: Richard Cheese Funny, funny.
Celebrity: Milla Jovovich What's to explain? Check out Resident Evil 2.

Now I tag:-

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You Are Dr. Bunsen Honeydew

You take the title "mad scientist" to the extreme -with very scary things coming out of your lab.
And you've invented some pretty cool things, from a banana sharpener to a robot politician.
But while you're busy turning gold into cottage cheese, you need to watch out for poor little Beaker!
"Oh, that's very naughty, Beaker! Now you eat these paper clips this minute."

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Spent a good chunk of the day setting up the monster 300GB external drive full of the movie files, trying to get my computer to see it properly. Looks like we're kinds sorta there now, as I can see the files and play just about everything.

A couple of things missing, yes. Very important things.

Too late tonight to do any real work, but I'm playing with a couple of things to test.

Still need to set up the ADR room. Blah blah blah Ginger blah blah blah...
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    dirty dirty

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So I needed to plug the firewire cable into the back of my edit machine. This involved a sort of a half-crouch/half-falling down. The falling down part was because as I went into the crouch, I was suddenly assailed by the most grotesque pain coming from my hip joints that I think I have ever felt. Cross between flamethrower and sandpaper. I laid on the floor for a few minutes recovering. Son of a bitch, that fucking hurt.

Gonna go to bed now. At least for a bit.

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So not sleeping.

Sweet pooch is snoring on the bed. I should be there cuddled up against her, but my body betrays me with the churning of the grok in my insides.

I like this time of night. It's quiet, there is warm anticipation in my bed, and I know I will eventually be sleeping. But right now, the quiet is like music.

I am lonely, but I feel loved.