I'm walking into the room, like you walk into my arms. And what would I do without you?

I clicked that what gender is your LJ button and it said that of my words, 50% were masculine, 50% were feminine and that "raybear is probably male." I think that's how I should come out to people.

"Yeah, I'm probably male. The jury's still out on it and research has been inconclusive."

I dreamt last night that I was being mugged, or about to be mugged and I was trying to escape but this guy was pretty intent on getting the job done, even though I was running around my neighborhood calling for help, then made my way to where a Burlesque rehearsal was going on so I darted through the dressing rooms with all these sexy femmes getting dressed and I was somehow convinced this would protect me. I ran past Mistress Minax at one point who was too busy applying makeup to fully drive off the mugger (she just sort of waved her hand and told him to go away), so I kept running and after winding through several rooms I found Lady Lynx who was busy too but more willing to help, except he was nowhere in sight even though I knew he was still in the building. I immediately felt guilty for bringing this creepy guy into a place where he could go after other people, though I knew he was really only after me. The dream ended before I ever fully got away. I think it changed gears to me walking around a different part of the city trying to decide what train to take.

Last night we got a new television gifted to us from mintwaster and cocolola. It has a heavy green tint, but the plus side is that it turns on and off whenever we want and with no waiting. Also, it's big as hell and I'm looking forward to life-size Buffy and life-size Grand Theft Auto. But, when hooking it up last night, I discovered that my little drugstore antenna doesn't seem to help the television get us any UHF stations, so no FOX or WB or WGN or my favorite Korean station with good soap operas that also sometimes shows MTV2. I'm convinced that NX sabotaged the television so I'd be forced to order cable. Or maybe I'll just resubscribe to Netflix, which would be cheaper than cable and since there's no nearby rental store either and winter is just around the corner.

I have other things to write, but I'm currently at this place called a job and they keep bugging me to do things.

Wickedness and shamelessness are holding you on earth

I checked out the websites of cable providers to see if they have a "poor man's special" but no such luck. I could barely figure out the damn thing -- sort of like when I try to upgrade my cell phone and the website lists hundred of options, until I log in and then they give me a choice of two: craptacular and expensively craptacular.

So I decided to go back to Netflix. I thought I was clever and tried to register as a new member to get the free trial membership but they caught me and swindled me back by registering me TWICE. I schemed in return by cancelling one then pretending to cancel the second so I could receive the "We Want You Back!" reduced rate for six months. So now I get the basic unlimited movies, three at a time, for fifteen dollars a month. In the first round will be Angel Season One, Sex & Lucia, and either The Kid Stays in the Picture or something else I pick in the next half an hour before I leave "work" for my recording arts class.

Did I mention these transactions have occupied half an hour of my life? Sometimes I wish I worked for the government so I could constantly declare, "your tax dollars at work, ladies and gentlemen!" But then I'd have to work for the government. Besides I shouldn't say such things, because otherwise in the near future I'll find myself on government assistance and wishing I didn't once toy with such silliness.

That candy bar I just ate tasted way better in theory than it did in practice.