how many LJers can I mention in one post?

So. Last night I had dinner with glitterdyke and nineinchlovely, and played barber for Riley and Damon. Vanessa politely declined.

Later I slept and dreamt. In this dream, instead of limenal being in Cleveland, the Clevelanders were in Chicago, staying in our apartment. I was anxious about them leaving, as I often am after having company for several days -- I look forward to having my bed back or whatever. However, in addition to MelRo's friends, crazywomyn was present. She has this special pillow, that appeared to be a square of plastic, sort of the color and consistency of a theater light gel. She was talking about how it's the world's most comfortable pillow -- you can put anything underneath it and it somehow 'converts' it. She demonstrated it for me, and put a book under the sheet and put my head down -- remarkably, it was very comfortable. Then everyone packed up and left, and I finally had time alone with MelRo. Who was being played by Jodie Foster. Seriously. Not Freaky Friday Jodie, but more like Contact Jodie. At one point we were in the middle of some movie plot, and I was trying to distract her and get her attention, and we were walking across the grassy parking area and I came up behind her and wrapped my arm around her stomach. It sort of felt like Jodie's body, but also sort of felt like MelRo's. And it was definitely MelRo's smell and her sweater.

That's about all I remember. Pretty much a bizarro-world version of me picking her up at the airport tonight.

It's fcking snowing today. I just looked out the window, and I feel like I'm in a Palmer House Hilton snowglobe.

Other randomness:
-- nineinchlovely, remember how you said the Walgreens near you doesn't have those hair products? Try the Walgreens near where we work -- I bet they have them. Maybe we could meet for lunch one day, and include a trip to the haircare aisle to exchange tips.
-- kisha, I got the books -- thanks! I started reading the The World Religions on the train this morning. It's exactly what I was looking for.
-- justaboi, I will be e-mailing you momentarily to ask a favour. I'm only posting about it here in case yahoo is still nonconsensually fcking us.

Speaking of yahoo, I decided to actually e-mail them to inform them of the problem. They replied with a message including the FAQ on "why aren't I getting my mail". It included such tidbits as "don't forget to reload the page" or "don't forget to check the inbox folder". Gee, thanks guys. I wrote back and said "yes, yes, it's all a rich tapestry, but I'm still not getting my mail and I did all those things."

And if I was a Sesame Street episode, today I'd be brought to you by the letters S, N, & K, because she provided a well-needed receptacle last night for my overblown rants, and shoveled an adequate amount back at me to help clear my head and see the big picture. In case you didn't know already, thanks. Oh, and I had a BRILLIANT idea on the train for how to set up the story narrative. I think you will defintiely appreciate it.

fish, I hope you feel more comfortable now.

what do the planets have in store for my house?

For you (us):

Thursday, March 21, 2002
Aries is the sign of spring, and the Sun will be vitalizing this sign for the next month. Aries is the Ram, headstrong and impulsive, the explorer and the pioneer. Aries is driven by a need to be first, a need to be courageous and a need for excitement. People with strong Aries influence tend to be independent and direct, sometimes even abrasive. Rams are good at starting things, but can have trouble staying with them through completion. If you want someone who can clear the obstacles from your path, just put an Aries in front of you and aim him in the right direction.

For me:
CANCER (Jun 21·Jul 22): The Moon moves into your sign at 7:05 pm, EST, and it just drives your processes even deeper. You don’t mind going into these places, but you might have to contend with some verbal banter that distracts you from your somber mood.

I feel I should set my watch for 6:05 pm. Wait, I don't have one.

I can't believe I have lived the past 6 1/2 months without a watch. That's the longest I've ever gone, prior to the age of 6 when my parents bought me a blue Timex watch to learn to tell time. I wanted a digital watch, because they were "all the rage" (i.e. cheap and inexpensive, so more kids had them), but they informed me that I wasn't allowed to cheat -- I had to learn the difference between the hour hand and the minute hand first.

I think I've proved my point by not having one. I'm still obsessed with how long things take. I'm still a human atomic clock. But it's time to buy a nice silver junker from the drug store to weigh down my wrist so I won't strain my neck as often trying to peer into buildings while walking down the street. Though part of me enjoys the game of finding a clock, and also knowing which stores I frequently pass will let me know if I'm late, or more likely, how early I am. And which banks flash in the correct or incorrect time, and how often it gets interspersed between ads. I can also tell who doesn't have a watch either because we'll both look up at the same time on the train, when we round the corner near Wilson and pass the flashing lite-brite signs. True players know there's a bank on both sides. Only one of them is right -- the other one is about 5 minutes off. But if you remember which is which, you can still figure out what time it is.

Maybe if I wear a watch again, I'll do both. Probably not. Human nature tends to establish patterns that are paths of least resistance. Or at least are the easiest at the time. Then it becomes a matter of whether learning the new way will expend more or less energy than the energy saved by learning a new way. In this case, I'll be checking my wrist unconsciously within a week.

I suffer from acute logorrhea.

I'm a creature of repetition who's heavily influenced by others. I'm a storyteller who overemphasizes exact intonation and replication.

Mostly I just have a shtick.

These are things I say (or write) a lot:

I'm just saying is all. Oh you, you always know how to _____. See, that's just TOO much. That's so gay. That's super gay. That's extra gay. So. That'll ruin your day. Thanks for playing. Uh, yeah, I'm gonn have to ask you to _____. I don't know what to tell you. I don't know what to tell myself. There's no time! Yeah, I said it. Mama's getting paid. Tell your boys good night. Bad news bears. Give me the message! I'll kick your assiter. Alas and alack. You owe me, like Nas. Make it happen like Mariah Carey. Come on over like Christina Aguilera. Creeping on the come up. Hater player. Don'tcha want it?!? We can go pound for pound. I'm all over it. Wicked awesome. More punch than a bowl of juice. Where the hell's the RZA? Dreams can come true, you know. If you don't know, now you know. Dressed in all black like the Omen. They're bastard people. Oh my.

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