I'll share this dream with you, cause it's creepy. Dream: It was like I was part of an amusement 'city', for lack of a better term. But we were all dead. We had been cursed by this woman. She made it so that we weren't alive. So we're dead, and we don't heal. Any injury stayed with us, we were like zombies. The only way to heal was to eat flesh. Human flesh. So occasionally guests had 'accidents' were they lost limbs at our park...My dreaming mind can come up with the taste of dead flesh for me. Ickypatooie. Strangely, I wasn't scared of anything. Merely revolted by what I had become, and hating the woman that made me and the others this way.
In other news, I have finally come across some of my old files from computerland. Do you have any idea how many random pictures I have of things?! My god. So I've been having fun kinda collating pictures into one place. I've also come across a lot of old text files, such as logs, quotes, randomness. So you know what that means boys and girls? You get to read it. =) But first I'll leave you with my normal, I read too many books, and one long funny story.
"For my birthday last hear, she bought me a burial plot. Fine. I'd always wanted to own a piece of land. this year she didn't buy me anything. What's up? I said. Why didn't you give me a present? She says, You didn't use the one I gave you last year."
"This young soldier's away with his regiment, and word comes through that his mother's died. So the CO calls in the sergeant major, tells him to break the news to the lad. But for God's sake, he says, do it gently. So the sergeant major calls the whole squad out to he parade ground. Barks out an order. Right! All of you whose mothers are still alive, dismiss! Johnston! Where do you think you're going?"
"Reading a will. What's that about? A room full of people hearing a statement from somebody dead saying he's of sound mind and body."
...The trouble with everyone thinking you're a hero is that they tend to assume you like being in mortal danger and go out of their way to provide some.
Every time I'd make it back alive, due in no small part to my natural talent for diving for cover and waiting for the nose to stop, the general staff had patted me on the had, given me another commendation, and tried to find an even more inventive way of getting me killed.
Long experience had taught me that the opportunities for taking care of my own neck were much higher when I could pull rank on every officer around me.
I began to suspect that there had been more than a simple line of command relationship between him and one of the dead provosts. Strictly against regulations, of course, but boys will be boys..
I've always enjoyed being the center of attention when that doesn't involve incoming fire.
"I've heard from a reliable military source," - which sounded a lot better than 'from a drunken idiot.'
When in deadly danger, when beset by doubt, run in little circles wave your arms and shout.
A level head is a fine asset on the battlefield, but not when it's been shaped like that by a fragment of shrapnel.
"You weren't really serious, were you?" "Not really. It's called optimism, but I'm losing the hang of it fast."
She felt as if her brain consisted of a room full of precocious schoolchildren: individually bright and - if only they would pool themselves - capable of shattering insights. But some of those schoolchildren were not paying attention; they were staring dreamily out the window, ignoring her protestations to focus on the present, because they found their own obsessions more intellectually attractive then the dull curriculum she was intent on dispensing.
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"Haven't you ever heard of morale-building?" "Heard of it. Don't happen to agree with it. Would you rather be happy and dead, or scared and alive?"
"In my day we were more inquisitive." "In your day you were slacking if you didn't get caught in a couple of genocides before breakfast."
...Sanity was like the patterns of lights he could see through his cabin window. In almost any direction the only way to travel was into darkness, and there was a lot more darkness than light.
I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. I have never figured out why the sexual desire gene gets thrown into a state of turmoil, when it hears the words "I do."
For example, one evening last week, my wife and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."
I said "WHAT????!!! What was that?!"
So she says the words that every husband on the planet dreads to hear..."You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."
She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night I went to sleep. The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'll just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings.
Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.
Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, Let's go to the cashier".
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled "WHAT???!!!"
I then said, "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for awhile. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman."
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.
Ugh. That's all for now folks. Sexy butt!