I'm dreaming the popular vote elects the president.

I wonder if I'm the only person who's dreams make more sense then their life. Sure, my last dream was me as a female cartoon charter who could fly stranded in a desert dome in the middle of Antarctica. But it made sense. It followed a story. Even if the story was that I escaped and met a chick on top of a clock tower in New York, it was more comprehensible than me getting two completely different illnesses within a week of each other. The entire Antarctic continent being so small that I could see ocean all around it from a couple hundred feet up makes more sense than my anatomy test last week.

Maybe my dreams only make sense to me.
Maybe my life only doesn't make sense to me.

I do wonder if I could stay a bit longer in my dream world. I look for different lucid dreaming sites but they all make almost zero sense to me. Actually what they ask is rather easy, so easy I don't want to do it. Never want to do anything anymore.

Compy Blues

I started typing in random bad word with .com at the end of them and I got mixed results. Most of them were either porn or 'buy this domain' sites. But a few were unexpected. Like the American Nihilist Underground Society's site was a bit interesting.

In other news I got a program to make music. Its basically a freeware ripoff of Fruity Loops Studio. It goes nice against my Photoshop CS2, Flash 8, Corel Painter 10, and all the other stuff I don't use. I really wish I could commit myself to something. And not just a relationship. I starting to do that with my piano, but I'm taking classes for that that are easy as hell, teaching things like incrediblly simplified versions of "Ode to Joy" and "Jingle Bells" Maybe that's what I need, easy, finger by finger, high reward tutorials on how to animate, draw, act, sing, dance, and headbang.

Parable of Insanity

A man with short black hair and a dark green blazer walked into a local coffee shop crowded with hipsters and wifi-stealing geeks. He told the bored looking barista that he once caught a four inch fish with his bear hand right out of a fish tank. He then asked for a Miller Lite but realized he already had one, he pulls a full bottle of beer out of his jacket and tosses it across the room, smashing it over a fifteen year old Sceenkid's head, soaking his red striped hair before he turned around and saw a man in a dark green blazer walk out of a local coffee shop.

Miami Varsity Sports vs. Tropical Storm Ike

I was watching 'Extreme Home Makeover' with my step mom the other day. I was kinda making fun of it as I usually do with shows like this. "Man this family been through so much. One of their first houses was lost in Katrina, they moved more north into tornado country, and lost their house. So one of the important things here today is really giving a family back their house but the most important thing-"

"Is ratings"

This kinda made me realize that I'm lucky to live in California. We don't have bad weather that destroys cites. We do have fires and the occasional earthquake but we can prepare for those. And we have firefighters. I have yet to see someone go up against a tornado. But there are a few sporting guys named 'The Hurricane' or something to that matter. But when you put them up against something that's a couple hundred miles wide and going 120 miles per hour...

Let's just say I got my money on the tropical storm.