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Randomness that is my life
From our "The Dream Fairy can Bite Me" files:
For some reason, I'd been lent back to Falcon for one lousy run. While I was negotiating my way around a hotel (the logistics were weird: I'd spend a night, pick up a bobtail, drive forever, get a trailer, and take it to West Middlesex....hmm, not that different from real life)
While I stayed in the hotel, the US split into three countries. In the west was Chen, which was multi-ethnic but heavily Asian. The middle was a blank. The east was gays and whit supremacists pretending to be gay. One skinheaded Satanist decided to blow the nightclub that was the whole of the East, because "Our lord demands it and the Lady Lilith will reward us."
I smacked him across the back of his shaved head. "No you moron! Mother Lilith will reward us with KP in HELL for this. The Lady is always about creation and when you try to carry out destruction in her name you unleash her destructive aspects. And once she destroys you, she'll make something artistic out of the ruins."
(Theology doesn't make sense in dreams)
I ended up drinking tea and telling stories in Chen.
weirdness.
I saw three signs that amused me yesterday:
In front of a church, "For sale by owner." (how DOES that work?)
On a sign "The Lord love's you." (illiteracy, thy name is Arkansas)
And in front of a store: "Beast Choice 12 packs, 5/$10" (Best choice is a local brand)
So, if the church is being sold and Anti-Christ Cola is going $2/12 pack...maybe it's time to write a post-Apocalypse novel?
Robin Hood goes very well. We're about halfway in and have just done the Tournament of the Golden Arrow.
I have diaper rash between my boobs. This is not nearly as entertaining as it sounds.
For some reason, I'd been lent back to Falcon for one lousy run. While I was negotiating my way around a hotel (the logistics were weird: I'd spend a night, pick up a bobtail, drive forever, get a trailer, and take it to West Middlesex....hmm, not that different from real life)
While I stayed in the hotel, the US split into three countries. In the west was Chen, which was multi-ethnic but heavily Asian. The middle was a blank. The east was gays and whit supremacists pretending to be gay. One skinheaded Satanist decided to blow the nightclub that was the whole of the East, because "Our lord demands it and the Lady Lilith will reward us."
I smacked him across the back of his shaved head. "No you moron! Mother Lilith will reward us with KP in HELL for this. The Lady is always about creation and when you try to carry out destruction in her name you unleash her destructive aspects. And once she destroys you, she'll make something artistic out of the ruins."
(Theology doesn't make sense in dreams)
I ended up drinking tea and telling stories in Chen.
weirdness.
I saw three signs that amused me yesterday:
In front of a church, "For sale by owner." (how DOES that work?)
On a sign "The Lord love's you." (illiteracy, thy name is Arkansas)
And in front of a store: "Beast Choice 12 packs, 5/$10" (Best choice is a local brand)
So, if the church is being sold and Anti-Christ Cola is going $2/12 pack...maybe it's time to write a post-Apocalypse novel?
Robin Hood goes very well. We're about halfway in and have just done the Tournament of the Golden Arrow.
I have diaper rash between my boobs. This is not nearly as entertaining as it sounds.
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I *am* writing a post-apocalypse novel! Well, fanfic. Which I hope to someday totally rewrite as a real book. Anyway ...
'For sale by owner' means they aren't using a real estate agent.
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But on a church? Does God have to sign the contracts in person?
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