Need to call dravengodvamp tonight, start making plans for this weekend. Which means I should probably make this announcement: I will be in Seattle this weekend, from Saturday midday to Sunday evening. Not sure what kind of free time I'll have, since I might be getting inked, part of the time, but if you want to see me, well, say something. Also will be up there Thursday the 20th through midday Friday the 21st (and again, getting inked). Just sayin'.
Strange dreams, past couple nights. In one of them, I was in some kind of office/business, and various oddities were happening (including someone new working there who thought there were Bart Simpson and annoying everyone), and eventually I ended up at a table with a disgruntled truck owner, who wanted some custom work done, and the salesman called me in to try and facilitate things. Strange, but it was fun to look at the customer and say "We're gonna play a game, OK? The name of this game is 'I don't know what the fuck you are talking about'."
Last night, more disjointed. I know I was in someone's house at one point, but then it was in a garage (but still living space), and I was there with some guy and his girlfriend. We were just talking, and there was something I wanted form him, dunno what, but somehow, without actually getting up, I had cleaned the place up, which I remarked on to him. While I was gathering my things, I was also going through another door, into a comic shop, and talking to him about things I could get from a buddy of mine, who also used to run a comics shop from his home and still had lots of stock though he was closed. I dug through my backpack to try and find the phone number or a business card, but was too swamped with other bits of paper and trash and gave up. Somehow, this led to my knowing of a friend who's child had some weird condition, and I was across the table from him as he looked over a chart that was just a pegboard with numbers, but he was counting the grid like he'd been doing some sort of tests...which he was, something involving his kid and some wires and whether or not they reacted (it was like something alien had gotten into him). The chart got bigger and this guy got more and more frazzled looking, counting up this grid of the tests he'd done and talking to himself about how it was spreading and he couldn't understand. He lost count and I tried pointing out to him what the number was, simple multiplication, and he remarked that he did the tests twice on Mondays (the guy looked like John Ritter on a bender by this point). I grabbed him, shook him, and said something to the effect of him being so obsessed he wasn't seeing the effect it was having on his kid, and understanding why he wanted to do something, since I was a father as well...sort of. Which is about the time swanwhite's alarm went off and woke me up, but not before my dream actually registered it and I looked at the guy and asked if we should go on, like a director had yelled cut and we weren't sure what was happening. Creepy.
Let Siren stay in our room last night. She was allowed in there the first few nights she was here, and she kept waking me up being hyper, so we shut her out at night. Let her stay last night, and she did pretty well, so who knows. I gotta do something, because she has found a way to get to the blocked off area behind my desk, and two mornings running I've come downstairs to find her sleeping back there, having turned off my system's power by walking/sleeping on the power strip.