July 6th, 2006

Polo Shoes

I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.

Dreamed two nights ago that I was at a crappy discount store. I hate crappy discount stores, but my wife loves them. I never go with her. In my dream, I was at a crappy discount store with drax0r because my wife went there all the time and I was checking it out, when much to my surprise, I found some Ralph Loren Polo canvas shoes for $12! What a deal! (mine cost me $40 even though 'Keds' are what - $8?) Furthermore, they had lots of colors from which to choose: Red w/blue logo, blue w/white logo, tan w/blue logo and (I'm sure this really doesn't exist) turquoise w/pink logo (Can you say, 1980s?). The problem is, these shoes are in a wire bin on the top shelf, and I cannot reach them. So I pull over one of those rolling ladders and climb up it. The closest pair I think I can reach are size 11. I don't wear size 11, but I can't reach them either. They're just out of reach. So I move the ladder to another bin and try for another pair. Size 11. Just out of reach. I was reaching into the cage-like bin of the red shoes, size 11 when I awoke. I couldn't reach those either.

"Emotion: Agitation or disturbance of mind; vehement or excited mental state." It is also a powerful and irrational monster.

My iTunes database project is moving along fine. Sometimes quicker than I am comfortable with, and other times more frustrating than I think it warrants. I really am looking forward to putting this one to rest so I can start in earnest on my firewall project. I am aching to get my Solaris server online.

And from what Magenta and Columbia eagerly viewed on their television monitor, there seemed little doubt that Janet was, indeed... its slave.

Finally met chrisbarrett77 & John yesterday evening at Carla's - so that was cool. I hope I get to spend enough time with them to actually get to know them. And since Chris hasn't been online...that'll be a challenge. I did speak to him on this, and fully acknowledge his position.

Crawling, on the planet's face. Some insects, called the Human Race. Lost in Time, and Lost in space... and in meaning.

I researched Mechanically Separated Poultry on Wikipedia today.