dreams of a sick and twisted mind, volume one

I had a weird dream last night where I moved in with this guy and his girlfriend, and he was continously and violently beating her. I know this because (I'm not sure if I was in the room or whether I was just a fly on the wall) I saw him doing it, smacking her around so hard she was bleeding all down her face. I also saw, underneath the bed, a girl (about eleven) who was also bleeding. I kind of assumed this was their daughter, so I guess they must have been married. Why the hell I was moving in with a married couple I have no idea.

Later, when she wasn't around and we were talking, the subject got around to her, and I said "You probably shouldn't beat her up so much." (Rather casual words, considering how much she was bleeding). He then got furiously angry and asked "What the fuck did you say?". Rather unwisely, I said "I said you shouldn't beat your wife so much!" and even more foolishly hit him over the head. He made a movement as though to hit me so I grabbed his wrists. He walked forward, I walked back, still my hands trying to restrain his (he was a pretty big guy.) Finally he wrested his hands from my grip and without thinking I just grabbed him and pushed/threw him over the couch. He looked like he was in pain but not incapacitated so I jumped over the couch and kicked him in the head, which hit against an edge of the wooden frame and started to bleed (at the back, where it had hit the furniture. He was already bleeding a bit on his face.) I said, trying not to sound too dramatic, "I guess I'm moving out," gave him a final kick and walked away.

The excitement being finished, I promptly woke up.

i heart radiation

Sorry for the lack of posts today but honestly, nothing happened. The most exciting and thought provoking thing that happened to me today was that I found a good web hosting plan. The most insightful thought I had was a blogging competition that requires bloggers to post one thousand times in one thousand days; kind of like a marathon. And then people rate the posts and the one with the highest overall rating gets... something. I don't know what.

This is the kind of state my mind is in, when that is the most insightful thought I had all day.

you think love is for your own amusement?

I had a thought: if a band that you didn't like released an album radically different to their usual style, would you listen to it? Buy it? Go to their concert? Moreover, would it be accepted in the new genre's community, as it were? The example I thought of was if the Backstreet Boys put out an album reminiscent of, say, Sufjan Stevens. Would the indie pop lovers accept it? And would the die-hard Backstreet fans embrace it?

This has probably already happened, but not to any band that I know.

yellow squares, intelligent life

This office is littered with Post-its.

Given that the editor (who that may be is currently in flux) and I work at drastically different times, our primary form of communication is through post-its left in various places around the edit suite. The primary, and most attention-grabbing place to stick them is on the panel half-way between the monitors and the keyboard. Unfortunately only a small part of this panel actually allows post-its to stick, so the density here is highest of all. If this were a post-it city, that panel would be the CBD.

A short sample of the post-its:

• SOME ISOS ARE SHORTER DUE TO TC BREAKS
• RESOLUTION 1:1
• MASTER ISO1 ISO2 ISO3
• AVID is TERRIBLE. it KEEPS CRASHING :(

there is no life at night

I am in the middle of my first late night shift at work. It is about 1:00am and I am a lot more awake than I was expecting to be at this time doing what is essentially very boring work.

So far I have asked myself two questions about this place:
1. Do my keys unlock the door onto the roof; and
2. Do they have any vodka here.

The answers to these questions, it has been ascertained, are no, and yes, respectively.

shipyards, drydocks

For the longest time, as long as I can remember, there has been a large ship on the horizon as viewed from my house. Coupling my shortsightedness and its extreme distance, I could glean little more than that it looked like a cargo ship and was painted white. One day it came much, much closer to land, and it looked indeed very large. Roughly the size of your average passenger cruiser, maybe a bit bigger. I could not locate my binoculars to gain any further insight.

The next day I found my binoculars and not only was the ship no longer close but it was gone entirely. The horizon looked oddly empty without it, like the vacancy that a painting leaves on a wall after it is taken down.

Today it is back again, and I cannot find my binoculars.

standing in the doorway

The men's at work is in a bit of a weird place, at the end of a short corridor off a long corridor opposite some stairs, behind a door marked, as one might expect, "Gentlemen". It utilises a double door system that is used in a lot of toilets, but there is inexplicably another door in the little airlock bit. Today is the first day I have ever seen it open.

It leads out on to the roof. There are no fences on the roof, just a lot of split-system air conditioning equipment. I stood there for a full fifteen seconds looking at it, until someone walked in the door behind me.

son of blog

i find, somewhat continuously, that i am (quote) "bitter and upfront" on son of blog. that quote was made by keevers, on the sob tagboard. i guess it's true.

so thusly this become my short, uplifting blog, possibly filled with random things, while son of blog becomes a blog about my actual life