looking up, perhaps

[jazzfish]

FEMINIST HULK SMASH EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH MS.!: "HULK LOVE POLYSYLLABIC WORDS. HULK NUZZLE BIG GREEN FACE INTO RICHLY WRITTEN FEMINIST TEXTS. ALSO, THIS JUST HOW HULK TALK."

So Much Space: "For me, 3 miles is a a rather generous estimate of the radius of my every day life. For many, 3 miles is the minimum distance to anything." I have a strong desire to be in the former situation rather than the latter.

Straylight required a new battery and an adjustment to the charging cycle so that it wouldn't kill the battery again. I have no idea what went wrong and I didn't ask; I was running later for my dentist appointment. At which she successfully numbed me up and, um, canaled my root, which was far less pornographic than it sounds. (She also recognised, or claimed to recognise, the Gywneth Jones book I was reading, and was surprised to hear that I'm not a professor.) It's odd to not have any more cold sensitivity in the teeth on that side.

Last night I dreamed that work had moved into DC. I broke three eggs into paper cups to bring them from the work kitchen to the office, and then I had to go out to an office supply store to buy printer paper. I couldn't see one from where I was, so I asked Sara B-- from high school, who was running around upset that she'd lost something. Snow was falling when I came back, so I stayed out in the snow for awhile. Not only do I sleep better when I don't dream (excuse me, "don't remember my dreams, or in fact remember that i dreamed at all"), I wake up feeling a lot less baffled by my brain.

Comments

[nixve.livejournal.com]

"HULK SAY TO FOLLOWERS: SMASH ON MULTIPLE FRONTS. AND, JUST IN CASE YOU STUMBLE, BRING EXTRA PAIR OF PURPLE SHORTS."

Sounds like I need to go find some purple shorts! (the interview was awesome, thank you for posting it!)

[jazzfish]

HULK NOT SMASH PEOPLE. PEOPLE NEED LOVE. BULLSHIT POWER ABUSES NEED SMASH. ALSO, COOKIE WAS YUMMY.

:) Quite welcome.

[thanate.livejournal.com]

Um... I think you're still ahead of me, subconscious-wise, as I dreamed that someone had donated a couple fairly freshly dead bodies (heads pre-severed) as decor for some sort of festival, and I and the rest of the festival organizing committee were trying to sort out a) whether the people had been murdered & what we needed to do about it if they had, and b) how to keep a couple of decomposing corpses from stinking up our offices. On the whole it was a relief to wake up & discover that I didn't have to worry about it.

[jazzfish]

. . . Um.

[thanate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, pretty much.

(was that TMI? sorry...)

[jazzfish]

Oh, not at all! Just something that I have no idea how to react to. (Which was, I suppose your response to it as well.)

[desfido.livejournal.com]

FEMINIST HULK is one of the best twitter creations ever. I forgot to thank you for sharing the link last time, so... thanks :)

I think my favorite response was "HULK SEE THIS AS CULTURAL TENDENCY TO SEVER MIND FROM BODY. HULK SMASH CARTESIAN DUALITY! (MUNCH MUNCH)."

[jazzfish]

HULK TRY TO FOLLOW HEART IN ALL THINGS. SMASH GOOD FOR CLEARING PATH IF HEART IN ANOTHER ROOM, OR BEHIND BUILDING.

[lizthefair.livejournal.com]

Feminist Hulk made my day. Thanks so much.

[jazzfish]

:) Most welcome.

[skreidle.livejournal.com]

If I exclude a couple convenience stores, I live 15-20 miles to "anything", which entails a couple of small shopping centers. To get to large shopping centers, 25 miles. To get to "town" (Fredericksburg) with a walkable downtown, 30-35mi. :]

[(Anonymous)]

For several years, I would have dreams involving familiar places that physically connected in impossible ways. Like, I'd be in my bedroom from That Apartment (and thank you for that designation), walk out the door, and be in the corridor just outside my bedroom from the 1990's. I'd notice something was wrong, piece together what happened and why it was wrong, and that process would jar me awake. Now, I've gone from just outside my former bedroom to complete darkness. This did not help.

[mrstickman.livejournal.com]

Fuck. I wasn't logged in.

[jazzfish]

. . . okay, that would be a little creepy. (The dreams, not the not being logged in.)