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Stolen Mummy Dream

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I just woke up from the weirdest dream. I had stolen a mummy from the science department at my school. This was a big deal because it was their first intact mummy and they hadn’t even opened the case yet. I took it back to my apartment and opened the sarcophagus. Inside were several smaller clay jars filled with dirt, and I presume the mummified internal organs of the guy, though I didn’t dig around. The jars were all shaped to fit together tightly and fill the sarcophagus. I was disappointed that there wasn’t a mummy, just the jars. Then I was scared when I discovered a large plastic bag attached to the underside of the lid. Inside, I could vaguely see through the gel-like fluid, was the mummy. I saw his hand first. It was very small and the whole arm was in a sleeve projecting off the main bag, though all the other limbs were in the main bag. The mummies head was tiny, while its body was swollen from having been in the fluids for so long. I could see the scars where they slit him open to remove his organs. I don’t remember him having any legs.

At this point, I felt guilty. My fantasy about being in the newspaper as the boy who discovered the mummy disappeared and I felt bad, so I tried to call the science department to make them come pick up the mummy and take it back, even though I knew that wouldn’t be good enough, since I had already taken the fun away by opening it. I couldn’t find the number anywhere, even though I knew where it was in the phone book, the operator couldn’t help me.

I wandered into the living room with Annie and told her not to disturb the mummy in our bedroom. Then we talked for a few seconds about remodeling the apartment.

The dream suddenly shifts places. Now I’m at a party. There are lots of women in bikinis. I was floating in someone’s kitchen, which was full of water. I remember people dropping into the water from above, but when I floated up to breath, the water went all the way up to the ceiling, except in one place, where there was about an inch of air. I spent a long time in the water, looking for places to breath. At one point I helped a woman gather dishes from one kitchen and take them to another. I swam around and a woman in a bikini was trying to talk to me through the open kitchen door. I couldn’t answer, since I was underwater and I wondered how she could talk (I couldn’t understand her, but she was clearly speaking). I swam through the doorway and discovered air on the other side. I thought in my dream that it was neat they had a forcefield to hold water in, but not me. The woman was gone, but someone who I think was named HotRod Charlie (I’m almost positive that name is wrong, but it was something like that. He never said his name, I saw it printed in front of him like a credit on a TV show) was giving free advice to the room about how to flirt. Several women in bikinis were listening intently. I felt like he and I were friends, but I don’t know the guy, and he looks like someone on TV.

I still felt incredibly guilty about the mummy and was wondering how I could call the science department, and then Hot Rod Charlie led me into the next room, saying someone from the science department was there to see me. There were several badly-dressed men standing in the room smiling at me. At first I was happy, thinking that they had come to take the mummy back, but then I realized they were loan-shark kind of people who were here to break my legs (though i don’t remember borrowing money, I think it just had to do with the mummy). I didn’t try to run. The main guy looked exactly like LaFours from Mallrats.

Then I woke up. My shoulders are all tense and I feel like I’ve been holding my breath a lot.

Ninja Training

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Sorry for so long since the last update, but I’ve been busy with my ninja training. I’ve been spending all my time lately convincing the school that I am, in fact, capable of graduating. They’ve got these strange ideas about it taking “effort” and “work” to graduate. I’m trying to convince them that the qualities of “bullshitting” and “laziness” are worth much more in real world. Oh well. Soon, they’ll see the error of their ways, and then they’ll be sorry. It’s funny to think that somewhere, right now, some sucker just missed the greatest episode of Futurama and X-Files because they were “studying” so they could “pass their classes.” Heh. Chumps.

But don’t think that I haven’t been productive, because I have! Oh, yes. Behold the launch of my online web comic, Hammerspace! It’s my shameless attempt to cash in the rather popular fad among my two friends of having comics. Between Pokey and Isometric, I was feeling very left out. So I decided to make my own comic. It’s done in Final Fantasy style and has naked chicks in it. Check it out!

We all (meaning everyone that I work with and hang out with) went to Shem (my boss)’s party last night. It was great. Nice techno music, beautiful house, lots of food, lots of people, loud conversations. After the party, I downloaded all the MP3s of Pink Martini from our server, because we were listening to them at the party. It was funny, because Annie and KT both came with me, and no one knows them, so they both introduced themselves as being “with Scott,” but KT kept having to clarify that she wasn’t my girlfriend. Then she started confusing people by announcing that she’s Miles’ roommate, which Miles has agreed to, but hasn’t actually happened yet, and it’s occurred to me that this story isn’t nearly as amusing now that I’m relating it to you as when it was happening.

Highlights of the evening: KT getting tackled by one of her professors demanding to know which student has a crush on her, the revealing by one of our co-workers girlfriends that he has a “retarded tattoo” of a scorpion with two left pincers on his back, and Annie falling asleep two hours before we left on the couch.

Y2K Ate My Paycheck

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say hello to the only person who was affected by the “Y2K bug.” That’s right. The bank ate my paycheck. I deposited my small check on December 30, and when I went back on January 1 to withdraw some cash, it showed the same balance as before I made a deposit. Needless to say, I was mad. The bank said they would have to investigate and within ten days they would let me know what the “situation” with my money was. In the meantime, the electric company was threatening to cut us off. Arrgh. Luckily, today the money was back, so I’m okay.

New year’s was interesting. Here in Oregon, we’re nearly the last ones to cross the date line. Hawaii and Alaska come after us. So all day long, we got to watch the new year (NOT the new millennium… that’s next year and it got really old hearing EVERY news station report on “the millennium”) advance over other parts of the world. The massive parties in Russia, the huge fireworks in France, the festivities in Britain. Then we saw the party start in Times Square in New York. HUGE parties everywhere! Well, Portland was having a party, too. In Pioneer Square. The city blocked of fifteen blocks surrounding it, and had limited access points guarded (sort of) by cops.

I was just going to have a small party with some friends and get pretty drunk. But everyone else wanted to go to the Square. So we went, and it was REALLY lame. Everyone was bored, there was cheering (on queue), and most of the people were just trying to see themselves on the massive TV screen across the street. The lame radio presenters sucked, and when they put on a documentary about famous historians on the big TV, we decided to leave.

Once we got home, it was cooler, because people kept showing up, and everyone was having fun. The fireworks were going off behind the clouds, so all we could see was the entire sky lighting up red and green.

Christmas was cool, too. We went back to Annie’s home for about a week and hung out with her family. Dave and some of his friends set up a small computer network in the basement, so we got to spend some time playing good multiplayer games.

We spent Christmas eve with her family. They’re self-described pagans, and Annie brought me along to their yearly ritual, which was cool. It was very low-key. They lit some candles, and Annie’s grandmother read out of a book about the origins of the holidays, and then they went around the room and everyone said something. It was really cool.

The next morning, we did a rushed presents-opening with her family, and then ran to the train station to come back to Portland, where my mom and dad picked us up and drove us to Eugene, where my grandparents are, and we did my big family gathering. It was kinda strange, because normally we go around and everyone opens presents one by one, and then we eat, but this year Pop-Pop was eager to get it over with because his football team was doing well for the first time ever.

I felt really happy about the gifts I gave this year. Most years I don’t have enough money to do cool things, but this year I tried to find something really cool for everyone, and I think I succeeded in finding a really good gift for everyone. The only bad thing is that Annie and I made cool homemade cards for everyone, and then I forgot to give them to anyone, and I didn’t wrap half the presents. So even though I got perfect gifts for most people, I felt kinda bad about it anyway. Oh well.

Hmmm… I’ve already written a ton, so I’m going to stop for now, but I’ll try to write more later about some ideas I’ve had recently. :)

Red Elvises Are Your New Favorite Band

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Wow… lots has happened. I’m really not even sure where to start… The term is almost over, which means that I’ve only got about six months of school left. That’s a really strange concept. I’ve been in school practically my whole life… 17 years of school. And soon that’ll all be over. On the one hand, that’s a relief, to have finally made it through this. I’ve been getting more and more burned out on the whole concept of school. It’ll feel good to finish what I set out to do, and to be done with it. But on the other hand, it’s going to be weird. I mean, I’ve never really done anything other than be a student, and now I’m getting ready to move into the real world.

Recently, I went to go see the Red Elvises in concert with Steve and Miles. It kicked so much ass. Oh, man… These guys put on easily the best concert I’ve ever been to. They got everyone totally into it, and everyone was dancing and having fun. There were amazingly attractive women all over the place, and they were all after the band! The lead singer was flirting like mad, dancing with any woman who came up on stage, and actually making out with a girl in the front row at one point. …Steve and I decided that we’re going to have a band like that someday.

The next night, Steve took me to a party that a bunch of people from his martial art were throwing. He said the last party he went to with these people was crazy… He got drunk, and vaguely remembers dancing with no shirt at one point, and waking up with bite marks on his fingers. The plan was, we were going to go heckle these people, which is Steve’s and my usual plan of attack at pretty much anything we end up at. We had seen a lot of these people at the Red Elvises concert the night before and developed a rather low opinion of them, because ALL they talked about was parties they threw. This would have been alright, except you could tell this was all they did, all the time. Their time was equally divided between having these crazy parties, and then talking about them afterward. It got old fast. So Steve and I show up and head to the bar. Heckling’s easier when you’re a little drunk. We started out with a simple shot of vodka each, and then I made us screwdrivers. We drank those, and then decided mixed drinks were for wimps, and went back for a shot of whiskey each. The whiskey was HORRIBLE. We were both making really awful faces and must have looked like absolute idiots. So we washed that whiskey shot down with another shot of vodka, by which point I was feeling a little tired of drinking (though I snuck down for another shot of vodka several hours later). This was all in a half hour. These were at least double shots in each case, because we underestimated the size of the cups we were drinking from. Needless to say, we were suddenly trashed. Much more drunk than we planned. But it was fun! Steve staggered off to the snacks table, and a man I barely knew (met him five minutes before) took me around introducing me to people. He got distracted and wandered off, but I was having fun introducing myself, so I kept doing it. Usually it went something like this:

scott wanders up to a small group of people involved in a conversation and interrupts…
Scott (loudly): HI! My name is Scott! What’s your name?
attractive woman: I’m [insert name]. We’ve already met.
Scott (loudly): I’m terrible sorry! smiling, and shaking hands… move on to next group…

Apparently I met everyone at the party several times. I’m horrible with names in the best of circumstances, and when drunk it was hopeless… but I was having a blast. And everyone seemed to remember me, since I was wearing my Superman shirt and being very loud. At some point people started dancing, and I ended up dancing too, and I was having fun! This is highly unusual… I don’t like dancing. I even danced with a few women there, which I was very proud of, since I usually don’t have the nerve to ask a woman to dance (or in this case, just walk up to a woman and start dancing with her). It’s hard to tell if I was making a big ass out of myself or if everyone else was too drunk to notice. I suspect that I WAS making an ass of myself, but no one else cared. Steve says at one point I started throwing a few punches at him (playfully, not seriously), and he was surprised at how well I was responding to him, blocking his punches easily. I suspect Steve being impressed with my sudden martial arts abilities has quite a bit to do with the fact that a) he and I were VERY drunk, b) normally when he tries to punch me, I just flinch away and run, and c) he was very very drunk and not punching very fast. Also, after this happened, Steve apparently got bored of it, and tried to walk away, which is when I started following him around the room, punching him. He says I’m lucky I didn’t get thrown into the fireplace. I have no memory of this.

Quite a night. Scantily clothed drunk people everywhere, attractive women dancing… It was fun. At some point, though the party started getting a little too serious… People were coupling up, and making out and losing more and more clothing, and I got a little uncomfortable (remember my girlfriend?) and we got a ride home from a very nice guy named Barnaby (I think). I woke up the next morning with muscles in my back aching like they had never been used before (apparently dancing is quite a workout). I was still drunk after sleeping for 8 hours, and my kidneys hurt. Oog. After a few days I felt much better, and decided that I need to drink less. I promised myself no more getting drunk until new years. I didn’t get sick, though…

Then Annie and I started seeing a lot of movies. We went to go see the new James Bond flick (it sucked, except for the boat chase scene), Being John Malkovich, which was really really really strange and something entirely new in a movie, Princess Mononoke, which I realized I had seen before, but it still kicked a great deal of ass, Sleepy Hollow, which was completely awesome, and Dogma, which kicked so much ass I’m not even going to talk about it. Just go see it. Right now.

At some point, Annie and I also got to see Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, which is such an incredible play. We had just rented the movie recently, and the play was just as cool. Lots of really really good dialogue. I wish I could play the word games they play.

We spent Thanksgiving with her family, which was fun. We rode the train up to Tacoma first thing in the morning, then quickly went to one of her set of grandparent’s house for dinner, then to the other grandparent’s house for dessert and hanging out. Then we got up the next day and went to Seattle for dinner with my family! Unfortunately on the bus to Seattle I got very very ill, and had a generally unpleasant time, but got better enough to eat dinner still. Over the next several days, I went through just about every symptom of the flu, and I have just now succeeded in getting over the worst of it. It sucked.

Interestingly enough, we just missed the excitement in Seattle by a couple of days. It was really strange to be at home watching the news and seeing them destroy a Starbucks we had been standing in just a few days before.

And, as if all that wasn’t enough recent events, yesterday I got a phone call from Khrynn! She’s my penpal and one of my best friends, even though we’ve never met in real life and have only spoken on the phone once (well, twice now). We trade letters every month or two. She was calling to tell me that she’s just gotten online and has email! So I gave her my email and web page and headed to work, where in half an hour she had already sent me 15 emails and torn through the better part of this journal! It’s good to see you online, Khrynn! :)

Now, I promise I’ll try to write more than once a month!