It's been a long time

I completely forgot Jet Li was in this music video.

Time to play some ketchup.  Let's start off with a couple of dreams I had.  It's been a while since I had these dreams so I may not be able to recapture all the magic.  These descriptions are the best I can come up with from what I've written in my dream notebook.

Dream 1 goes a little something like this:

I start out in some sort of sex dungeon and I have no clue what's going on or where I really am but somehow I know it's a sex dungeon.  James appears out of no where and helps me escape.  As soon as we get outside we split up and agree to meet back at the Academy of Sciences.  As I get to the Academy of Science, the front door is is closed.  Still being pursued by my captors, I run around the building looking for another entrance.  Surprisingly, there was an Office Depot connected to the museum.  I walk in through the exit instead of the entrance to confuse the people chasing me (like it would actually confused  someone...).  When I make my way down the aisles inside the store, I pass by an aisle with medieval armor and weapons.  I grab some stuff and get ready in case it comes down to fisticuffs.  As I walk further into the store, I can see that the rooms are starting to look more like inside castle walls.  It's like a market with a bunch of stuff going on with hay or straw all over the floor.  In one section I see James getting suited up to joust.  He gets on his horse and goes after the other guy but they're both knocked to the ground.  As he gets up, James takes off his helmet and conjures up some sort of spell and shoots lightning at this guy and kills him.  Rainbow comes running from some corner and hugs him.  At that point, I notice Chadwick and Gary are standing next to me and all I said to them was, "They are going to have some ugly babies..."

Dream 2.  GO!

I find myself in some sort of maze.  Not realizing where I am I start to explore the area.  Then I see mice running around me, but these mice are the size of cars!  Confused and scared, I run around looking for somewhere to hide.  I then realize that the mice weren't actually the size of cars.  It was actually me who had shrank down to the size of an army man.  I start to feel more at ease and walk outside of the hole we were in.  As I walk outside, a lady, who is normal sized, bends down and tells me she can make me big again if I help her trap the mice and kill them.  Now I'm conflicted.  I know I'm still human but I felt like I had some kind of bond with the mice.  I wanted to be regular sized again so I agree.  She uses some sort of magic and makes me my normal size and I notice I'm actually at my grandma's house.  I never actually help her find the mice, but instead do something worse.  I walk towards the back of the house and my brother Doug tells me to help him bring Tupac (our dog) outside to the yard.  He's clearly upset and I asked why.  He said that our mom told us we couldn't keep the dog anymore and we had to get rid of him.  We brought him outside and put him in a small tub and Doug douses him with bottles of lighter fluid.  Still hoping he wasn't going to do what I thought he was about to do, I take a step back.  Then he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and throws it in the tub and sets our dog on fire.  Tupac sat there in the tub without flinching and just howled as he was on fire.  Instead of burning like any normal animal, Tupac began to melt instead.  One of my uncles who lives next door opened his backyard window and looks at what we're doing and yells "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"  Doug and I panic and run back in the house where my aunt shakes her head at Doug and says, "See.  I told you you couldn't take care of him for more than 6 months..."

Until next time,

The correct name for "pulling-out" is coitus interruptus.  Oh you fancy huh?

-Alex Thunderlips

Beep beep ribby ribby.

^^Looks so much like an Asian Tara Reid.  Absolutely love her style.

Today was...interesting... Spent the first hour at work doing nothing.  Just sat in my area and spaced out.  Then there was a meeting where the team counted bags of cash.  In the lab we keep 9 bags of cash for testing, each containing $1,064 of assorted notes.  We made some stupid jokes and suggestions and I said someone should bring out a deck of cards and we should spend the day playing poker.  There were some other shenanigans but I'll continue.  We had a team lunch at Sultan Indian Buffet.  I respectfully declined since I had already scheduled a lunch with My.  But, that lunch was rescheduled so I spent much of the morning dodging questions about why I wasn't going to the lunch.  Lies on top of lies on top of lies.  It gets hard to keep track of lies sometimes.

After the lunch I met up with the team to go to the Academy of Sciences.  Boy was that a disapointment.  If you haven't gone, the only thing worth seeing is the planetarium.  The people working there are rude too.  During the planetarium show, one of the employees leads off the show with some banter.  During that time, a little girl behind me started crying.  Probably was no more than 1 year old.  Another employee walked all the way up the stairs to confront the crying baby's parents and word for word said the following: "How old is your child?  Didn't I tell you outside you couldn't watch the show with your child?  You can't have kids crying in here.  Didn't I tell you that outside?  Why did you come in?"  What made me feel worse was when I realized the family behind me barely understood a word of English.  They were forced to leave.  When we first got in we were told that if we wanted to leave early we could sit in the top two rows and leave so we don't disturb the others watching the show.  My group only wanted to leave early to catch the last bug show.  When we got up during the show to leave we were told to sit back down.  We were berated with questions why we wanted to leave and told, not asked, to sit back down.  Ridiculous.  The museum was small.  Definitely would not pay to get back in there.  Not much to see.  Not much to do.

Been watching some hilarious stand up lately.  Don't remember this guy's name but he was a Mexican comedian and his bit was mostly about how he was Mexican but could not speak Spanish.  He was saying that in high school he was embarrassed to be cheating off the Asian kid in Spanish class.  Then he told a joke about how he's constantly asked to translate stuff to English.  He said one time he was in a club and a girl asked him what the song was about.  He answered "That guy is complaining about the price of gasolina."  Hilarious.  Stand up is my renewed drug.

Sharks tomorrow!  Put the biscuit in the basket!

-Alex Thunderlips