Pictionary and Beyond

I was playing pictionary a couple days ago with some friends. We didn't have the actual game so we googled for some sort of word generator site that we could. We found a forum discussion on that exact topic and used a link to one of the better suggested word generator sites. As we soon discovered many of the words were very difficult to draw, ie. Nominal, and we also had numerous issues with tenses that I myself have never encountered playing normal pictionary. I will not say the game was less fun though; if anything I was laughing harder each round. Some of the approaches to the more challenging words were so bizarre and so removed from the word itself that they became really interesting studies into how someone thinks. It made me want to do something more with pictionary.

One idea I had was to choose a really impossible word to draw and then attempt to create an elaborate diagram that could conceivably be created during a pictionary game that would guarantee a single correct guess to who anyone that saw it. It would obviously require a good deal of planning but I think looking at a picture like that would be a lot of fun and be really interesting to see how a bunch of unrelated images could lead someone to just understand it as just one word.

A second idea that would probably not work so well would be to play a normal pictionary game only the drawer is not allowed to draw the word in it's literal sense. Using words that rhyme, opposites, and considering larger contexts in which the word would appear the drawer would have to work around the basic image of the word to actually create a solid foundation for the use and understanding of the given word. It's almost like some kind of combination between the game Taboo and Pictionary. It could be a lot of fun. If I can ever convince a small group of people of the game's merits I intend to attempt just such a game.

Bipolar on Food

I can't think of anything else that makes me feel the way I feel about food. Most of the time I want food, often I want food so much that I can think of nothing else. And when I get food and eat it I generally want nothing to do with food anymore. The more I want food when I get food the more I find it repulsive after I have eaten it. This is all easily explainable, but I find it interesting that nothing else makes me feel this way. I suppose that I could play a game for half a day and not want to play it anymore, but that's not the same. I doubt I would have been craving the game so much that I wanted to play for such a long time, and I doubt I would hate the game at the end, I'd probably just want to do something else. So, I guess food is unique.

Brief dreams from last night.

In one dream my friend had made a movie based on a dream he had, and I watched the movie, and it didn't make much sense.

Next dream I have a contruction light and I am walking around at night. I am trying to figure out where to set up the light to illuminate some object or space. I think it was supposed to be some kind of art work or something.

Another dream I am sitting in the sand on a beach. The sand starts sinking slowly while I am sitting there. I notice some seaweed that is very slowly crawling away, I thought it was pretty cool at the time. I stand up and notice the sand is suddenly caving in where I had been sitting. It turns out to be some kind of creature living below the sand, like an anemone, and there are several on the beach. I am repulsed and angry because I had been sitting right above one. I want to kill them but I don't know how to.

Forgetting dreams now. A comment on conversation. One of the worst things that can happen in a conversation with someone you don't know very well is when someone mishears the other person and strongly agrees with a statement only to find out seconds later, when the person has to restate their position, that the person said the opposite of what they thought they had originally heard. It's awkward for both sides. And it leads to one of two conclusions. Either that person strongly disagrees with the other person on whatever the subject was, or perhaps more embarrassing, the one person just tried be agreeable by going along with what the other person said. After that point any hopes of serious discussion dwindle considerably. It happens.

My Thoughts on Potential

It just occurred to me. Potential is the most frightening concept. In every way. To think about all the things that something could become is more alarming than anything else I can think of. Just think about it for a second. Yeah. Not only has your life up to this point probably been wasted, but at any moment you could lose your mind entirely. THAT'S POTENTIAL. When was the last time you did the best you could do? You probably didn't. THAT'S POTENTIAL. How much less awesome will your day tomorrow be than it could be? THAT'S POTENTIAL. I know. Scary stuff.

Speaking of scary I had a dream in which I was playing some form of game which involved being attacked by dinosaurs. Later in the dream when the dinosaurs weren't around I started thinking about the T-Rex and my heart rate shot way up. I really wonder if it was just in my dream, I hope it was. It was the most intense anxiety/fear I think I've ever felt. My pulse must have been above 200bpm. I checked my pulse when I woke up but it was normal.

Speaking of pulse, I've managed to get myself hooked on DDR, Dance Dance Revolution. It is one of the best video games I have ever played. It's a tough game but the more I play the better I get, and the better I get the more exercise I get, and the more exercise I get the better I feel, and the better I feel the more I want to play the game. It works like that. I highly recommend it. It takes some time to get into but never before have I been so hooked on a healthy exercise activity. The only possible downside is that sometimes when I close my eyes or look at a blank wall I see arrows floating across the space. But really, there is no downside.

Speaking of downsides, I have nothing more I want to write right now.

Exciting Transit Dreams

Well I had a bunch of crazy dreams last night. The best ones unfortunately I either cannot remember well enough or they actually just don't make any sense outside of their context and it would be futile to try to explain them here.

In one dream I was at a skytrain station with my friend. There were some areas kind of around the track that were made of really old wood. I don't know if we were exploring these areas or what but my friend suddenly had a handful of pennies* that he had found lying around in one of the spots. He knew that I would want them so he just gave them all to me. Then I started looking through them. They were pretty dirty but I was astonished when I discovered one from the 19th century. Then I found another one that was from 1316 or something. Obviously impossible, I don't even know when the first penny was made, but in my dream I believed it somehow and was pretty excited. My friend felt stupid then for just giving me the pennies because he knew they were probably very valuable. I was planning on adding the rare one to my dad's penny book** but I didn't know where they could possibly fit because the book started in the 20th century. I started putting the pennies into my backpack but somehow spilled all the contents of my bag instead. Then the train showed up and I was annoyed because I had to pick everything up and I missed the train.

In the dream I was also aware of a special 'transit secret'. There was someway to get onto the skytrain that would basically give you free fare if you could manage it. I think I may have got it right earlier in the dream at some point but later on I couldn't figure it out again. I think it involved getting onto the train between cars when it pulled into the station. Then when it started moving again you could 'ghost' through the window or something, (the only way I can imagine getting back in). If you could accomplish that I think that you'd basically never have to show fare for the rest of your trip because technically and logically speaking you should never have been riding on the train in the first place because what you just did was impossible, (but actually just a secret). The best part was that every time you did it you got to go to the front of the train where the driver was sitting and they would give you a special die. I was trying to collect as many of these die as possible. I don't think there was anything particularly special about them. But they were nice, and they were free.

Next up, I was getting ready to get on a bus and I was trying to figure out which fare to use. I had my normal bus pass, but I also had this other fare form that was actually an eraser, like one of those big white staedler erasers. It had been used a bit already. Though I knew it was a valid form of fare, I suddenly forgot exactly what it's value was. It couldn't be a monthly pass because I already had one of those and it wasn't a single ticket either. I started questioning it because it started to seem strange that it was an eraser. I was asking my friend as we got to the front of the line to get on the bus but he couldn't answer my questions. I finally got on the bus and presented the eraser, with my hand in my pocket ready with my monthly pass just in case. The bus driver simply nodded. Relieved that it was valid I asked her what the eraser was because I couldn't remember exactly. She gave me some reply that didn't help me at all and then looked at my a little confused. I pretended to understand and went to the back of the bus.

Stopping the dreams now, I watched Dr. No last night. It was actually full of terrible but laughable parts. I think it's been such a long time since I've watched an older bond movie that I forgot that they were originally pretty full of cheese. The last Pierce Brosnan bond film seemed like such a joke but when compared to Dr. No it does seem like a totally valid bond film, for it's time at least. Possibly one of my favorite scenes from Dr. No was the terrible car chase. I just found it on youtube for anyone that wants to know why I like it so much. It will be obvious. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fft1l_l8vR8

*It is a life long goal of mine to collect enough pennies to be able to force them out of circulation.
**My dad just recently got a book for collecting pennies as described in the dream.

High Heels

Several strange (as aways) dreams I thought I'd record for posterity's sake.

The most abstract and least interesting dream had me trying to edit a video. The only way to edit the video though was to play ddr (dance dance revolution). And the only way to edit the video well was to do well on the harder difficulties. All I remember really is many arrows and frustration.

I woke up at some point thankfully and managed to enter a new narrative stream upon return to sleep. I was walking down the street and I was planning on meeting some friends somewhere. For some reason I stopped into a fast food restaurant. They specialized in hot dogs and french fries I think. By some accident that I cannot recall I ended up ordering french fries and a hot dog. For the small amount of food I was given I was charged $15 and I was really upset. I wasn't even hungry and I was planning on eating with my friends later anyways. I didn't make any complaints as I paid but I was very careful to make a point of not tipping. I left with all the fries tucked into the bun with the hot dog. I kept thinking I should try to return it but gave up once I exited through the door.

Later I was in a mall with some old friends from high school. I thought it would be a great time to put on my high heel shoes, (no idea where I got them from). So I walked around through the mall in the shoes. I got on an escalator and realized I had no traction with my shoes and started sliding down. I didn't fall and it was actually very fun. Lots of people were looking at my shoes and I was returning there looks with smug smiles. I eventually started walking through a part of the mall that was dark and seemed under construction. There were multiple bars around here and I was worried someone in one of the bars would try to fight me because of my shoes. I realized I could always take them off and use them as a weapon but I hurried on. I really wanted to get out of the mall now. Suddenly all the people in the mall were swarming together. There was some kind of job test thing where people could be told what jobs would be best for them. I was sure everyone was brainwashed somehow because they were all walking so mindlessly. I was only interested in finding a way out. I took a turn and walking into a line for freak people that were going to do the test too. They had their own line. I decided I'd stick with the freaks for the time being. I was getting paranoid because my cell phone had no reception and thought it was being blocked somehow. I got on a large fire escape somehow and started going down to the bottom. There was some girl that didn't seem brainwashed and I guess we left together. I didn't know her at all but I suggested we do something fun. I noticed a giant indoor playground for children across the street and said we had to go there because it was awesome. While crossing the street I realized I was still wearing the high heels and knew I wouldn't be able to get in with them. My other shoes were in a locker somewhere from an earlier part of the dream. But then the dream ended.

Not enough time to write more but I did have a dream where I had to fight thugs with a hammer. The hammer was really heavy but fortunately the thugs never really rushed me so I managed fine. I dislocated some guy's elbow but then I hit him again and knocked it back into place. That was annoying.

That's all for now.

I failed the challenge

I'll admit it. It's been a while since my last post. No catching up now. Finishing school for the year and starting work has changed around everything a lot. I've got to figure out what I'm doing again.

I slept from 9pm to 9am. I wouldn't do it again. I thought sleep was usually awesome but now I wish I never had to sleep. I blame it on the hour-long nap from 8-9 that grogged me up and made me not want to do anything else anymore. It's ironic that my saturday night was the least eventful night by far this week. I'm feeling kind of existential this morning.

Less is More

I'm also lazy.

Two Movie Ideas

Two ideas for movie projects that I want to do this summer.

The first one is based on the movie 'bowfinger'. The premise of the movie is Steve Martin, an aspiring director, is trying to shoot a movie starring Eddie Murphy, the hottest action star of the time. He ends up shooting the movie without Eddie Murphy ever finding out that he was in the movie. It is really funny the kinds of things they have to do. What I want to do is have 2 teams that need to make a movie starring the other team. Neither team wants to be in the other team's movie so they don't know when they are being filmed. The teams need to be sneaky and capture the actors doing things on their own without any direction. The whole project would take place over a month, leaving lots of time to collect footage. Teams probably wouldn't bother to write a story until the footage was collected, but they may wish to set up events that their actors will be forced to interact with. It could be a tough challenge but I think the process would be very fun and the final products could be very interesting.

The other idea for a movie is called 'the remake'. Basically every week the same movie is made, from scratch and from memory. I'm not sure yet whether the remake would always be of the original or whether it would be of the previous week's remake. Either way it would be hilarious to watch everything together at the end. I once shot a terrible remake of a terrible movie we made and it was really funny to watch, even though both movies were bad. If this movie is any good I think the final product will be great.

While I Was Sleeping

Last night I was really tired and had lots to drink. I went to bed and sent text messages to everyone that had just been over, just thanking them and stuff for coming. Then today I was talking to a friend and he said he had got my messages. I was confused because I was pretty sure I had only sent him one. We kind of dismissed it. Then he mentioned what I had written and it didn't sound familiar at all. I didn't believe it was from me. Then I checked my phone and it was saved in my 'sent messages' folder. It was bizarre. The only possible explanation is that I fell asleep and sent him the messages while I was sleeping. It is possibly the funniest thing I have ever done without realizing it. The first text read "Could have fallen asleep." The second message read "So tired. Sleep will be tund sweet" There are so many things about these messages that are hilarious. Firstly, talking about sleeping, while I am in fact asleep. I must have been so exhausted. Also, the messages use english and everything but don't make complete sense. Could have fallen asleep is very unclear as to what it is referring to. 'Tund' is a word that I have never heard of before, but I might start using it. It's odd that it just popped into a normal functional sentence and made it ridiculous. Those were the only two messages that I sent out sleeping, both to the same person, after sending multiple awake texts to many other people.

The whole event is so funny for me. I don't normally do things in my sleep and texting seems like a more complex process. I wish I could write more while I am sleeping. It is interesting to see what kind of things the brain does when it's not being controlled by the consciousness.

Also, I missed two days of posts. I don't really care though. It felt more like one day really anyways.

Horribly Arrogant or Very Amusing

I had a ridiculous idea the other day to put a picture of myself on every locker at school. Just a black and white headshot on an 8 1/2 by 11 sheet of paper. Then I thought maybe just slip them into each locker. I really like the idea because it is so stupid that no one would ever do it. And those are often things that I like to do. I'm a bit worried though that it would make me look too full of myself. Obviously I could avoid that by using a picture of someone else, but it would mean something different then, and I'd prefer it to be someone at the school. I can imagine people thinking I was a complete idiot for doing it, but I'm not too sure that I care. I would worry more about people that thought it was funny but thought that I was full of myself. I don't know if other people realize it much, but I am often very full of myself and it is a big fear of mine that I might start showing it too much. I think this project could be hilarious, especially in an art school, but I'm really going to have to give it serious thought and consult friends before trying anything. I'm almost thrilled by the idea of being that full of myself to leave everyone a picture of myself, but I'm also a bit repulsed by it. I do believe that to succeed it can be of great benefit to be full of oneself but I'm not sure exactly how this would help me succeed or what in. I want to be careful that I'd be doing it for the right reasons.

As soon as I finish my low-fi acoustic album I want to do a high production rap album. It comes down to lyrics as my main issue. I was thinking of a bunch of really personally emasculating songs that would contrast the typical rap song completely. If I can come up with ten of these I think I'll be fine. Writing lyrics is so hard when I don't want people to think they're stupid.

Once again, because I think I said it before, it is alarming how little control I have over my thoughts and feelings. They seem almost arbitrary when I step back, but they also make complete sense when I step forward. I wish I could rationally tell myself what to think. It would make life infinitely easier.

Identical Car Collision

This is a hilarious idea that my friend came up with that we were discussing more today. I thought I should write it down here because I don't think it was written down yet.

Two identical cars have a head on collision. The drivers and passengers are all wearing identical jump suits. Two different ethnic groups make up th drivers and passengers. In each car there are two of each people from the ethnic ethnic groups. One car speaks all just one language and the other car speaks all just the other language. After the cars collide the ambulances show up and the chaos ensues.

If the event could be staged properly, using stunt professionals and everything it would be a really neat thing to do. No one would know that it had been staged because crashes like that usually aren't. It would just be this incredibly bizarre event that people would never forget.

I once saw two identical cars, fancy expensive yellow sports cars, traveling in opposite directions on the same street. I remember that really surprised and amused me. I can't imagine what I would have thought if they had crashed into each other too.

I feel malnourished right now, I haven't been eating properly or regularly for a day. I'm going to try to get my body back on track tomorrow. I always feel much more appreciative of all the food in my fridge when I have been away from it for an extended period of time.

I had an amusing period of sleep last night where I remember laughing a lot in all my dreams but I'm not sure if there was anything to be laughed at. It was just pure solid fun times. I also kicked a wolf that was attacking me in another dream.

Usually Not

Here's something that can be kind of annoying. Sometimes someone will tell you that they have found the funniest thing you have ever seen and they tell you you have to check it out online. So you do because you have nothing better to do. But the thing isn't actually that funny because you don't share that person's sense of humour and you end up wasting your time. I guess you have to check it because there may be a chance that it actually is the funniest thing ever. Usually it isn't though. There's so much junk on the internet and many people don't know what is worth sharing.

Slime volleyball is worth sharing. It is a fun game that two people can play on one computer. If you google search it you will find it right away. I recommend the game for two people. Very simple but very fun.

I have come to believe that the suggested doses for energy drinks are generally a good guideline. I'm not sure what happens if you have more than that, but after two of them I feel a bit noxious. I have learned my lesson. I would rather drink too much alchohol because at least I would be able to tell that I had enough before I went too far.

Idle Thoughts

They are the worst. If there was one thing that I could change about myself it might be my idle thoughts. I just start questioning everything and I'm constantly second guessing myself. Without anything to keep my mind preoccupied I can slip into really unproductive thought processes. I guess meditation would be the best solution for silencing that kind of thing but that's just another thing to add to my continuously growing list of things that I should do.

Why is it that naps are always even better than normal sleep? And why is it so easy to nap while sometimes it takes forever to fall asleep at night? My new favorite place to nap is in the sun outside. I think it's still to early in the year for the sun to be too dangerous but it still feels great.

I had an action-packed dream last night. I was with a group of people and we were in some large structure that was completely white and had openings all over the place into other chambers. It's kind of difficult to describe but it was a fun space. I think we were actually a tribe of people or something and we were trying to find shelter against potential invaders. We decided the place was our best bet in case of attack. We went out the front entrance and were on the beach. We saw a giant canoe or something moving really fast out on the ocean and then it started coming towards us and we knew it was an invading tribe. We retreated back into the structure and tried to figure out where to hide. There was one space that people thought would be good but I thought it was still too open and obvious. I ran out of time and ended up hiding there anyways. When the invaders came in I peeked out a window into the chamber below. Then I wished I hadn't because they saw me. They were trying to figure out how to get into my room and I thought I would have to surrender. Up to this point I guess I was worried about being killed by the invaders but then I saw them and they were just normal looking people and not aggressive at all. I became more confident and less worried. It was more like a game of cops and robbers now. I waited for two invaders to choose their entrance and then jumped out another opening to a different room. I proceeded to perform amazing flying diving roll cartwheel type moves around the place through small openings. I was thinking that it was strange because I hadn't been so agile just moments earlier but then I thought it was probably just the need to escape that was enabling me. The dream kind of broke down around that point, but it was a really fun and exciting dream while it lasted.

Absolute Darkness is Fun

Today is a warm day. The warmest yet this year. I like it.

I feel like I should be writing down more ideas right now but I can't organize them into suitable posting material. Either there are too many of them or I'm just really tired and can't think properly.

I want to have a pitch black party where at one point in the night everyone goes into a space with absolutely no light and hang out and talk. I find complete darkness to be really cool and unsettling at the same time. I am rarely in pitch black environments but every time that I am I always have a neat experience. Not being able to see your hand moving in front of your face really throws off your senses. It's like actually being blind.

I had a funny strange dream last night. I was walking around downtown, and at some point this homeless naked guy started following me. Actually, he wasn't following me, he was just walking beside me everywhere I went. He wasn't creepy or anything, and he was probably in his late 20s or 30s. I guess I didn't have any objections to him going everywhere with me, but I didn't think he should be walking around completely naked. I told him that we had to get him some clothes before he could go anywhere else with me. We went to a place where the clothes were supposed to be really generic and cheap. It wasn't a thrift store, but it was kind of meant for homeless people, or so I thought. We went into the store and the guy went and got dressed in a set of pretty cool looking clothes. Then I was annoyed because his clothes looked better than mine. When we went to the guy at the till we were told that everything we had chosen would cost $170. The homeless guy couldn't afford it. I had been willing to buy the guy clothes, but this was way too expensive. I asked how much the underwear was alone, and it was only $3. I said I'd just buy the underwear and he'd have to find more clothes somewhere else. I could handle walking around with a guy just wearing underwear much more easily. That's all I remember.

I Dreamed of Giant Octopuses

The closer I get to finishing school for the year the more excited I get. And I'm already really excited. One exam to go.

Here's a dream I had last night. A bunch of friends and I are crammed into a car and we're driving along the ocean in North Vancouver. Then all of a sudden we notice out the window that there are giant octopuses swimming along the rocks. Someone says there are four of them, but we notice another one every second and I call out for every new one, "5, 6, 7, 8" and so on until it becomes pointless. We somehow circle around and try to get a better look, I think some roads must have suddenly appeared to make this possible. The octopuses are all migrating or something and there are a bunch of predators at their starting point, I remember two large walruses in particular eating some octopuses. I felt bad for them. Then somehow I am down on the water on some crude floating device and my friend is with me. It is actually a really cool place to view them from so we are excited. We start paddling along so we can keep up with the octopuses as they are swimming. We notice some of the octopuses are large and chunky and it is because they are eating something that is wrapped up underneath them. We suddenly realize that the octopuses could probably eat us if they wanted to and get nervous. One octopus bumps into us from behind and we freak out and start paddling hard. Then we go too far and suddenly hit the biggest octopus ever. This one is massive, I think it was a whole other kind of octopus. It grabs my leg I think and I decide that maybe if I don't struggle or move it won't think I am food. It pulls me under water and I just hold my breath. Then something happens and I can breath and talk under the water, which is really cool. Then the octopus lets me go and explains, (telepathically?), that there is a deal between humans and octopuses that some divers made one time that octopuses will never eat humans. I'm pretty relieved about it. I can't remember exactly what happened after that. Seeing all of those octopuses was an amazing sight, even though it would never look like that in real life.

Who Would It Be?

I asked a few people today this question. If you were doomed to be pushed off a cliff but you could choose who pushed you, who would you choose? The answers seemed to vary quite a bit. Personally I think I might want someone that was despicable anyways, which someone else agreed with. Another choice was being pushed by someone very honorable, to make the whole event special. The other choice that was suggested, which I had considered, was being pushed by someone really awesome. I really don't know what the best choice is. I'm sure they all have their virtues. Thank goodness I don't have to make these kind of choices in real life.

I was and still am completely burned out today. I am exhausted. I cannot wait to sleep now. I am so tired that I don't even care that I don't have any running water still.

I was disappointed again today by video art. I am starting to solidly believe that the term 'video art' is just an excuse to make bad movies. I think it has potential, but the majority of stuff made is just awful. I don't think movies should all try to emulate hollywood by any means, but I think they should still be good, whatever that means.

Do you know the game 'guess who'? I really want to make my own version of the game using all people that I know. I think it could be really fun, especially since the questions could go deeper than appearances. It wouldn't be that hard to make. I don't have any good excuses not to make it.

I need to get sleep and I can't think straight anymore so I'm just going to close by passing along these cool new things to say. The first one is 'bottom line'. When something is really good it is 'bottom line'. All the cool people are going to start saying it. The other cool thing to say might be 'swift'. It is essentially the same as 'bottom line' but works better in some instances and less well in others. Use your discretion with 'swift'.

It's Probably Nothing

Have you ever picked up your drink to notice some unidentifiable particle floating on the surface? And then you consider fishing it out, but you think that maybe if you drink carefully you will be able to isolate it until the last sip and maybe run it up onto the side of your cup? Then you keep drinking and keep a cautious eye on it floating there? Then you let your guard down because the thing isn't moving and as soon as you do you look again after a sip and it's gone? And you know you probably just drank it? And you hope it was nothing? I know I have.

I have been musically productive these past three days. I have recorded three new songs in that time. Rather than using my nice studio though I decided to record them into garage band using the computer's on board mic. They're all just single live tracks of accoustic guitar and singing. I've only showed one person so far, but I hear they are good, which is encouraging. If I can write and record a song in only an hour then there should be no stopping me from cutting and album really soon. I hope to have something in the next month. The songs are pretty low-fi but I like the sound. They're all just simple fun songs.

In terrible news, my water is not working again. I would trade the time of having no water for having no electricity without hesitation. Water is so great. Better than computers, watching movies, listening to music, you name it.

I had a bout of hunger today that I could not end. I ate lots, or so I thought. The tapeworm theory gains a bit of credibility today. I almost want to eat too much so that I have no doubt as to whether I am still hungry, because right now I'm not sure. I'm on the edge of something, could be hunger, could be fullness. Only time will tell.

I also dreamed about doing no-legged push-ups which I guess is kind of strange. I don't normally do exercise in dreams, especially exercises I can't actually do, but I think it was probably closer to acrobatics which is something I commonly do in dreams. It really makes me want to get into much better shape. I was trying to figure out how to force myself to exercise more. I thought I'd probably be willing to pay someone like a personal trainer to force me to exercise. Then I thought that people would probably want a lot of money to have to do that. Then I realized that if someone asked me to wake them up at 5am every morning and force them to exercise and they would pay me to do it I would be all over that. Seems like it would be fun. I now notice this paragraph has jumped several tangents too far so I'm going to call it a post.

A Little Alarm Never Hurt Anybody

I knew that I had to get out of the house for a while today so that it wasn't another completely uneventful day. I had an excuse too because I had to go to the bank. I decided to go about an hour before the bank closed. The weather, which had been miserable earlier, had cleared up very nicely. My luck with the weather is usually good like that.

I get to the bank and get in line. I'm only one person from the front of the line and suddenly a firebell goes off. I've only really had firebells go off in schools, rarely anywhere else. I was wondering what the proper procedure was for a bank. There were a lot of people just standing around probably wondering the same thing. I guess the people at the tills finished up and then all the bank employees put on their jackets so I walked out. It was really funny how disorganized the whole thing was. I would have expected someone to calmly tell people they had to leave but it didn't happen. I would have happily kept banking. It just looked kind of like all the employees had decided to go on break at the same time, and there just happened to be an alarm going off in the background. I've never actually been in a bank when an alarm has gone off so that was kind of exciting too. It probably would have been a different sound though if there was a robbery. Anything out of the ordinary in a bank is exciting though. They just seem like such orderly boring places.

I decided to wait just outside because I didn't think it would take too long for them to come back. I also got to watch everyone's reaction to the event and the ensuing disorderly conduct. The funniest part was watching the bank manager trying to lock the door after everyone was out. For some reason she could not lock it, not even with help from other employees. They had pulled the gate shut inside, so the majority of the bank was closed off but I guess they wanted to lock the front door too because if there was a fire they would be liable. They just gave up on trying to lock the door and then left. I thought it was kind of irresponsible but I didn't care so it was mostly hilarious. Especially when some guy just walked up to the door a minute later and went in to use the instabank machine. The alarm was still going off and nobody else was in the bank but it didn't seem to bother him at all. I assume he took care of his business in there and then he came out again. A few minutes later another guy actually went in too. Alarm still going strong. I don't know which was funnier, those two guys or the bank manager not locking the door. It really made me think about how no matter how professional someone may act or appear in a certain situation, there will always situations in which they will have no idea what to do. That's when someone's character is put to the test.

The fire truck came and turned off the alarm and the bank people came back shortly after that so I was able to take care of my banking. I left thinking slightly less of the bank, (not that I'm a fan of the bank by any means in the first place).

During this time the weather had started up again the rain was back. It started pouring while I was crossing a field but it was such great rain. I was not dressed for the weather at all, but something about it was really peaceful and calming. It was a really soft rain, there was lots of it, but it was fine droplets. I was soaked by the time I got back home but I'm almost dry now. My ipod surprised me once again with the perfect soundtrack for the rainy walk home. Really mellow songs from Blonde Redhead, then Sonic Youth, then Interpol and finishing with Stars. I could not have planned it better.

I have a new theory about rain. Rain is only miserable when you wear lots of clothes and try to stay dry. In the winter it is necessary to wear lots because it is cold outside, but in the summer the rain is great. It's logical. Showers are the best, and summer rain is basically a natural shower. I need to make a note to go out more wearing just a bathing suit when it rains in the summer. I don't think I've done it before but it seems like it would be a good time.

I had a dodgeball dream last night where I was playing really well. My team was down most of our players and the other side still had 4 people. I picked off the guys one by one getting awesome foot hits. Then their last girl player was crouched down at back wall. I was really worried that she would catch one of my throws but after several throws I got her in the foot and the ball bounced right back to me. It was over. I was pretty happy about my playing. I wish I could play that well in real life. To be fair though I think the players on the other team weren't playing much offense.

Dealing With Losing

I would say that I often lose more than I win. I'm not a loser, but I'm also not at the top of anything. It's actually kind of a nice place to be. I usually find that if I am the best at something, (usually only video games) and someone comes and seriously challenges me I can get really frustrated. If I'm only mediocre at something I can lose and usually still feel good about it. For that reason I am very glad that I don't excel at too many competitive things. Two examples from today. I was playing video games with my brother and was losing most of the time. I was getting kind of angry, though nothing serious. It was just while playing the game that I would get incredibly frustrated. It was surprising how quickly I would not care again once the game was over but how soon that same frustration would be rekindled immediately into the next game. Tonight playing dodgeball was not as bad because I know I am bad at the game. I would put on my game face while playing but as soon as I got hit I couldn't help but smile and laugh. Even when I got smoked in the neck 2 seconds into one game. I didn't have high expectations for myself and so I never got too upset about losing. I guess it's bad to have low expectations but on the other hand it makes life so much more pleasant. I think the trick is definitely finding a balance. I'm not sure exactly what I'm trying to say. I would say that overall I am a bad loser but my reaction is always mild and I end up not caring fairly soon after.

I've decided I should probably start a list of things for myself. If I'm going to get stuff done it is a good way to keep track of it. Maybe I'll start the list tomorrow.

I noticed today that another one of my videos was taken from archive.org and uploaded to youtube. I guess it's totally fair because I licenced them to be free to use with crediting me, which was done. It's just kind of annoying that someone else takes a video I made and posts it up and gets credit for the movie, even with my name attached to it. The movie had more hits than most of my youtube stuff combined. I should try to capitalize on that popularity but I'm not sure how to yet. I don't want to be an ass and complain about people taking my stuff because that's not the issue but there has to be a way that I can get more attention for myself. Having an audience is never a bad thing.

Days Like This

They make it difficult to write things everyday. If I'm writing down as much as I can think of each day at the time of writing it doesn't leave much carry over to the next day. This means that I usually need some kind of new provocation for ideas before I find something to write. When nothing really happens during the day there is very little material to work with for writing. I'm not saying that I don't have any more things to say, I'm saying that when I sit down for these 5-15 minutes to write I don't always have prepared what I want to say. The worst part is probably knowing that I have a bunch of things that I want to write down but just can't remember them.

I guess I don't need to worry about it too much because no one checks here regularly so I can have days without anything too interesting and no one will be terribly disappointed.

I've been sitting here a while now trying to think of something and I've got nothing. Today wasn't a bad day, but it was relatively uneventful and I'm afraid I didn't leave the house. I wish I had now. I'm just going to call it a post and apologize for the sorry excuse.

Changing My Viewing Experience

I watched star wars: a new hope tonight, and I have to say I did not enjoy it as much as I normally do. I think my main problem with it was that everything was pretty under control and almost all the dialogue and events were feeding directly into the story. I kept looking out for pointless or unplanned moments but there were hardly any. The movie was just so straight forward. My favorite new line in the movie is when one stormtrooper is talking to another one while Obi Wan is walking by. Their discussion goes something like this:

"You seen that new VT-16?"

"Yeah. Some of the other guys were telling me about it. They say it's quite a thing to see."

I thought it was a really funny line because it seemed so unmotivated by the story. I also liked that it wasn't a funny line but simply by existing through its randomness it was funny. Of the past few movies that I have watched, my favorite parts have all been similar moments. Just small interactions between characters that seem genuine but unnecessary to the plot.

I had a couple ideas for some short videos. They are actually more like production techniques that could be used for more than one project.

The first one was shooting several friends, (or strangers if possible), and focusing on their actions and facial expressions. Then during editing all the audio would be re-recorded, including all the dialogue using brand new lines that may have not been used at all in the original. Sound effects could also be added to change the original feel of the moment. I think it would be fun to transform a casual conversation into something really serious or vice versa.

The other idea was basically the opposite. Record a conversation between some people. Then shoot new footage to add to the sound. The actors would have to learn the lines and remember the pacing but it would maintain the spontenaity of the original conversation. The scene could also be staged very effectively to enhance the original sound recording. In my opinion, the funniest things said aren't always meant to be funny. I think scripts often don't leave room for the way people talk normally.

I re-enacted the 'bet you can't laugh without smiling' video today with a friend that hadn't seen or heard of it. He actually played the part of the second guy really well, only he completely lost it when I started laughing without smiling. There were actually four of us in a car at the time and we were all laughing super hard. For me, the whole thing was at least as funny as the original video. I want to talk to more friends now that haven't seen the video yet.

Overwhelmed by the Beauty of Life

It happened to me today. I have been having such a great week and have been laughing all the time. Today I went out to wait for the bus. I was standing under a tree because it was raining. Then I coughed and the guy sitting under the bus shelter looked out at me. He told me to come and sit down. I didn't want to be anti-social so I went and sat next to him. He started talking to me and forever changed my life. He really liked to talk so I mostly just listened. His conversation ranged from topics on encounters with famous people to food to human behavior. Some of the things he said struck me as really meaningful things. He really felt strongly about the importance of human interaction and caring for each other. Twice during his talking I started to tear up slightly but managed to hold back because really didn't want to cry in front of him. Then he got off the bus and I lost it. I cried on the skytrain and on the next bus. I could not stop. I tried really hard. I was in a state of carefree bliss. I actually tried to think of depressing things so that I didn't feel so happy because it was being so happy that was making me cry I think. It didn't work because everything I could think of seemed so beautiful still. The music on my ipod was also not helping because it was so great. It was a crazy experience that I have never had before. I eventually got over it, but I think its effects could be long lasting.

Slowly Figuring It Out

I think making my latest video has changed the way I am thinking about making movies. I also think that I'm getting more from watching other films as a result. I'm getting really excited about the whole thing. I've been talking to people about my ideas and I think I should write down what I have. Here is a list of things that I now think about making videos:

- Stories are not important. Things should probably happen, but I definitely don't think it is necessary to have a specific end point for a movie.

- Events do not need to make any sense. Events in real life do not make any sense, so I think it's only fair that a video is allowed to reflect this.

- Continuity is a convention that should be broken. Why not? Using cuts is a great reason to change anything in a scene at every available opportunity.

- Identifying the fact that everything is staged and jumping in and out of different planes of fiction is fun. A movie shouldn't need to be confined by any particular idea of reality.

- Sound has no obligation whatsoever to follow the image. Recording all the audio separately and after shooting allows for many more options assembling a soundtrack.

I don't think these ideas should apply to every movie, and I am glad that they don't. These are merely ideas that I am very interested in following with my own work. I could change my mind later, but right now I think this is what I want I do.

The Ideal People

The ideal people in my opinion are those that do everything in their power to make everyone around them happy. It isn't an easy thing to do, and also seems daunting because strangers can be so difficult to please. My bus driver this morning was certainly trying his best to be an ideal person. It was about 8:30 and I got on the granville bus at howe and dunsmuir. I notice getting on that there are a bunch of chocolate bars hanging over the ticket dispenser. I'm wondering why they are there, and whether they are for anyone because it would be a bad place for the driver to store his private stash. The bus leaves the stop and shortly after a thick eastern European accent can be heard over the intercom. The driver introduces himself and states that he wants to put a smile on everyone's face before they head in to work or wherever it is that people are headed. It's like a gameshow. He says that at that time, on that bus every weekday it is trivia time. He says that the winner of each question will be able to come up and take a chocolate bar. I can't help grinning non-stop, especially watching a few other people on the bus unable to contain their enjoyment of the whole scene. He pops the first question, "When was the washing machine invented?" I think the answer turned out to be 1915 but unfortunately I had to get off the bus because it was my stop so I never really found out. But the good had been done. I left that bus feeling great. If everyone was such a fun-loving human being like this bus driver imagine how much more incredible life would be! I think more importance should be placed on being super sweet like that.

I saw a baby wearing sun goggles. I don't think I've ever seen that before, either a baby wearing shades or sun goggles. I think it's a good idea. Babies eyes need to be protected from the sun but they can't wear sunglasses because their faces are so small and they are likely to fall off. Sun goggles cover every opening to the eye and also wrap around the back of the head to ensure they stay on. My only concern would be if it was too tight it could be bad for the baby's soft head, but the baby looked pretty rad. Now that I think about it the baby looked kind of like a baby Vin Diesel in Pitch Black.

I haven't had any memorable dreams the past few days but I had a bunch last night. Some I have more details for than others.

I think my dad drives me and my brother and maybe a few other people out to some remote location in the interior. He sends us out and leaves. It's kind of like camping only we don't have anything and we are supposed to make our way home over the next few days. Somehow it is a really enjoyable experience and we are having a great time in some swamp. I think the dream was inspired by the movie 'Into the Wild' which I saw recently. I guess we got back home again and then I was telling my friends about what we did and I'm trying to plan another trip for the following weekend because it was so much fun. I don't know what we did for food but I recall that everything was problem free.

Another dream, Will Smith is my gym teacher. I'm not sure if he was my actual gym teacher or if we were in a movie and he was playing my gym teacher. He was a really inspiring, playing a never-give-up character.

This next dream was pretty bizarre. I am standing around on the street in the city and suddenly I see a huge space shuttle type thing fly over head and disappear in the distance. I remember that it is the second or third year anniversary for some kind of shuttle crash that happened right there. I'm not sure why I saw something if it was an anniversary but I did. In fact I saw it at least once more. I texted a friend and asked him if he had seen it too because it was great and it was done every year or something. I think I was also asking him if he wanted to celebrate the anniversary or something. Shortly after that I decide that it is actually supposed to be a plane, not a shuttle that flies overhead and so a plane flies spiraling overhead. Then it becomes like a video that I am editing and I am moving the time line forward and backward observing how cool the plane looks when it is spinning so low to the ground totally out of control. I also notice smaller details like a car that gets thrown by shock wave off of the road. I don't really know what was going on but the images were amazing.

I have a bike and I need to bike home but the tire is flat. There are several other people around with bikes so I figure they must have a pump or something. There is a girl with a french name and though she speaks english I think it is imperative that I address her in french. I say, "As-tu l'air?". I am really hesitant on the air part because I can't for the life of me remember what air is in french. It is really embarrassing for me. She doesn't care about that but she gives me a pump for the bike. I try to hook up the pump to the tire but it just keeps leaking out the side. I need help. Then Heather Graham, (who had been in the brief bit of Arrested Development that I saw the day before), is my assistant or something. Also the bike is now a couch but the legs still need inflating. With the help of the girl with the french name and Heather Graham we re-inflate these legs and fix it up. I don't know why I needed to fix the couch because it was no longer useful for getting home with but that is where the dream ended I think.

Strange dreams with random cameos by Will Smith and Heather Graham. Looking back, what a hilarious series of events.

Down To It

Today is a very disappointing day. I could be playing awesome pranks on all of my friends, but instead I have a science project to do. I've been putting it off for way too long and this is my last day so I don't really have any options. Handing it in late would only be giving in to my procrastination. My day is decided. Better luck next year.

Also, I realize that anything I write here may not be taken seriously today so I'm just going to end it now. If I feel like it I may come back and add more later, but I doubt that.

I'm Sure It's Happened Before

I was riding the skytrain to school this afternoon. I was really tired, as usual. I think I was in some kind of zone of thought where the rest of the world took on a second reality, it was there, but only by coincidence perhaps. I'm just trying to explain how out of it I was when the train started leaving the station before my stop. As soon as the doors close I absentmindedly reach up for the cord thing that I would normally pull for my stop on a bus. This is not a bus though so my hand finds nothing. My hand somehow keeps searching and finds something to push, which happens to be the emergency silent alarm strip. I think it was almost immediately after pushing it that I came back to full consciousness. My hand was still raised when I realized that I had pushed the silent alarm and I kind of freaked out. I was looking around the train at everyone else to see if anyone had seen me push it. Sure enough there were a few people who were kind of watching my raised hand with a kind of curious disapproval. When they noticed me looking at them they quickly looked away, they must have been afraid that I was looking for trouble or something. I didn't know what to do. It had been such a distant action that I wasn't even sure anymore if I had pushed the strip anymore.

The train pulled into the next station and much to my annoyance there were some transit people waiting outside the doors, I don't know if they knew exactly which car had triggered the alarm or if it was a coincidence but they were right there. I was ready to get off the train as soon as the doors opened but they kind of stopped me with raised hands like they wanted me to wait for a second. They looked into the train and I looked with them. There was some guy sitting behind where I had been sitting and he was just pointing at me, not saying anything. I don't know what his deal was, I think he must have just been a complete tool idiot jerkwad because I have never seen anyone act like that. The transit people took the hint and asked me if I had pushed the silent alarm. I had to explain that I had just been so out of it that I had pushed it by accident, thinking I was on a bus. They didn't look convinced but they gave me a warning that I could be fined for pushing the alarm without reason and then they told me to go. I was pretty embarrassed. I was mostly still burned by that guy pointing me out. I cannot believe that someone would do that. It didn't get him anything and it just put me through an uncomfortable dialogue. Some people just don't know when to ignore stuff.

I went to a 7-11 after that to get my new bus pass. In front of me in the line was a really old looking dude who was buying a jumbo slurpy. I thought it was really funny to see. He was your typical old man, but here he was sipping on this huge cup of frozen sugary syrup. I didn't even know old people could handle that kind of thing, let alone enjoy it. The look on his face when he sipped it was priceless too. I would describe it as serious contemplation combined with joyful nostalgia.

I Laughed, and then I Laughed But Didn't Smile

My brother told me I had to see this video today. He always says that kind of thing to me, but today it was actually true. He found it because it was featured on the main page. I think I can say it is the best youtube video I have seen in a long time, it is extremely funny. You can watch it here. Everything about it is hilarious. You have to watch it. I won't say anymore.

I also saw a video on youtube today of a giant octopus fighting a shark. I won't say who the winner was but I will say it was surprising to watch. If you're curious you can check it out here. Animal fights can be exciting and educational.

I shot a video project today. It was really funny. I realized quickly into the shoot that it would have been awesome to have an extra person shooting the making-of. A lot of the behind the scenes happenings were even better than the movie we were making. We decided that we would have to write more simple shorts and then shoot making-ofs while making all of them. I think it would be hilarious to see that kind of work when it is done by a group of friends that aren't too organized or concerned about wasting time. A comedy short shoot is just a fun place to be.

When I have to do something the next day and it involves being ready by a certain time in the first half of the day I usually don't sleep so well. I usually dream about needing to wake up to be ready and then everything usually doesn't work out anyways, either I completely missed what I needed to do or I'm not organized enough to do it when the time comes. I think I suffered from a bit of that last night but I know I also had some fun dreams too. I'm pretty sure I did a bit of freestyle walking. I would say the best thing about being a freestyle walker is being able to dream in freestyle walking. I haven't done any real freestyle walking in a very long time because it isn't fun alone and I'm also out of shape and I don't want to hurt myself doing anything extreme. I still have enough of the mindset though to dream about it. Physics can be ignored and I can jump around and slide and defy gravity in the most fun ways possible. If I were to recommend freestyle walking to someone the main reason would be to open up freestyle walk dreaming. I don't know if dreams get any better than that.

Solo Silent Darkness Dance Party

So today I think everyone was supposed to turn off all their electricity from 8 to 9. I didn't think it was too important to do, but I didn't want to be the asshole that didn't do it, so I went along with it. No one else was home so I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do with no electricity. I decided that I should load up my ipod with a bunch of awesome dance tracks and just dance for an hour with no lights on. It was great. I was so pumped when it started up with 'We Are Scientists', I almost slipped several times on the wood floor in my socks. I danced all over the house, dancing like crazy. No one could see me so I could do the most wild ridiculous moves without feeling too stupid.

My cat was there and she wanted to go out a few times but when I opened the door she didn't want to go out anymore, I guess because it was wet. The second time this happened I was walking by her and she suddenly batted at my leg and hissed at me. It kind of freaked me out, but I was also listening to Chuck D and Anthrax playing 'Bring the Noise' at the time, so I actually snapped at my cat with the loudest "Hey!" I could make. I think the music must have influenced my reaction.

Considering I was listening on headphones the whole time and dancing like crazy, it was a small wonder that I didn't yank the cord off by accident more than once. It happened during 'Romantic Rights', if it was going to happen for any song it would be that one. By the time 9 o'clock rolled around I was thinking about stopping. I loaded more than an hour onto my ipod but the songs had been slowing down a bit. After all, the power off hour thing was over. Then just after 9 the next song started and it was 'Little Sister' by Queens of the Stone Age. I had to keep going. The music stayed good so I just kept going. I knew there wasn't too much more so I thought I'd wait until everything had played.

I couldn't quite recall if I had put on an Oneida song because I figured that if I had I would probably stop if it came on. My reason being: the song only has one part that basically repeats every two seconds for a total length of 14:13. I'm not sure why I included it in the playlist. Anyways, this song 'Sheets Of Easter' starts playing and almost immediately I feel reinvigorated to dance the whole 14 minutes of it. It was so intense. You have to listen to the song. I've listened to it in its entirety twice now. You need to be in the mood but it is great. I had to take a phone call in the middle of the song so I kept listening with one ear and dancing while talking. I had to explain to a friend that I had been dancing alone in the dark for the past hour and a half when he asked me what I was doing. He didn't get it. The song was so long, I had no idea where it was in the time line either. It finally finished and the last song, which I knew was still left played. It was the Sammy Danger Remix of 'Black History Month' by Death from Above. It was a good final song. I guess it finished around 9:40. I think I could do that every night. I had a nap earlier but I don't think I'll have trouble falling asleep after dancing.

What did other people do for their hour of no electricity?

I also went running with my brother this morning. I pushed myself until I felt like I might be sick and then I had to stop and walk. The worst part was the back of my throat tasted like blood because of all the cold air I had breathed in. I had tried to breath in through my nose but after a while it wasn't good enough and I needed my mouth. Comparing the running with dancing, I would say that dancing is much better.

Terrible Transit Reading Material

First off, this is friday's post. I'm going to say right now that 6 am is going to be my official new day time. After midnight is not the next day as far as I'm concerned. It's six hours after that.

Another transit story today, not a great one though. I thought it was funny though. I know it's not nice to make fun of fat people but I'm just going to make some observations. There was a really fat guy in the back of the bus today. I looked at him a few times and noticed that he was quite large. When I looked at him again about a minute later he was leafing through a collection of coupons for mcdonald's. I could just imagine him thinking about whether he wanted to get two big macs or a two can dine meal deal. He may have also been cursing the fact that breakfast was only offered until 11am. Most people read books or newspapers on the bus, this guy reads coupons.

I don't think reading newspapers is much better though. I have something more than a strong dislike for the 24 and metro papers. I think they are just about the most mind-numbing words that anyone could feed to their eyes and mind. I'm biased against the news as it is, but if I do care to read up on current events I usually check out the bbc, they seem to have it together, and also have the atlantic ocean between them and the US. I can still remember when there was no such thing as the 24 or metro. It seems strange how easily it has been accepted. I don't know what their agenda is, but I don't trust whoever is producing those waste-of-tree publications.

Only a few more weeks of school left. I really need to get serious about my stuff, I've been putting it off way too much. As it is, I think some of my grades are going to suffer. I do hereby state that at no time before April 18th will I play any video games without the company of another person playing the game with me. I figure that if I write it down here it's harder to ignore. I think I can stick to that. I'm sure I'll have other distractions as it is anyways.

Two dreams from what I think was a very busy night of dreaming. There were tons of details so I'm going to try to only include things that make sense or are funny.

The first dream, I'm in prison with a couple friends. I don't think I know why, but it may very well be political because it is in the states. My friends and I have to do labour as part of our prison term, and we all have specialized jobs. I realize that the three of us, with the tools of our jobs, are perfectly equipped to break out of jail. I know one of us had wire cutters or something and I became surprised that the prison would be stupid enough to give us such tools. We plan an escape from the prison and make a run for it. The prison was right on the US/Canada border and we want to get back to Canada. The border looks more like the US/Mexico border though and there is a big river between the countries. My friends and I jump into the river and begin swimming as fast as we can. We know we only have so much time before they notice we are missing. The river is filled with a strong bleach-like chemical and we are all burned by it but keep going. I switch into a fierce backstroke so I can keep my face out of the water. We get across the river fairly quickly because our swimming is unrealistically fast. On the other side is another prison, a Canadian one I guess. We can't go around the prison for some reason so we have to go through. We scale the wall and sneak in. We don't want to be seen because we know the guards will not recognize us. We're also worried about being seen by other prisoners because they might rat us out. Nothing really happened after that, I don't think we ever got out of the prison in the dream.

In my second dream I had to shoot a video for a class. I don't think I was really aware of what was going on a lot of the time. I think I had been planning to shoot the video on my own time but the instructor had given me time in class to do it and I wasn't sure what to do. I was all over the place trying to plan things and I had never organized anything because that wasn't my style. My instructor, whom was not from real life, started getting really mad about my lack of preparation. She wanted me to come back to the class because I was somewhere else just doing what I wanted to. I said I didn't need to plan anything really and would not go back to the class because she had given me time to work, even though I was not working. She got really mad and grabbed me by the elbow or something. I then got super angry that an instructor would use physical force when I refused to cooperate. She was old but had a mean grip on my arm and was kind of twisting it. I yelled at her that she had no right to touch me at all in any circumstance. She retaliated by explaining that it had once been her job to touch people. Somehow I knew what she meant, and she meant that she had worked in the movie business and she had been really good at calming actors by simply touching them. She dragged me back to the class and I was still furious, saying she would not get away with her forceful ways. She reminded me again that it had been her job to touch people. I had had enough so I yelled fully in her face that she sucked at touching people, a harsh comment, and then I took off again, breaking free of her grip. That dream went on for a while but I thought that was the most interesting part because of the super intense confrontation. That's the second dream now where I have had a major disagreement with an instructor. It must mean something. My guess at a meaning would probably be that I don't agree with my instructors.

10 Times More Exciting (At Least)

Some friends and I developed a new way of greeting your friends that makes the whole affair at least 10 times more exciting. With one friend we somehow started hiding whenever we saw each other. We would then try to sneak up on each other for no real reason, even though we both saw each other already. That's been happening for a month or two, but today it was taken to the next logical step up. I was walking towards two friends and waved to them. Then when I got close to a short wall I ducked down and disappeared behind it. I wasn't sure what they were doing but I could hear them whispering. I peeked around the corner after a brief wait and had to duck back again when I saw my friend pointing his imaginary gun at me. I prepared myself and whipped back around the corner letting of my own imaginary shot and it got him. I crouched up over the wall to see where my other friend was at and he tossed a grenade my way. Since the grenade was imaginary I couldn't find it and it exploded before I could scramble away. It was awesome. We decided that it should happen more often. Now, whenever we see a friend that we know is playing the game we need to either be quick on the draw or find good cover fast. There aren't really any rules, just point your fingers and make some kind of imaginary gun sound and hope the other person admits that they had no chance against your quick reflexes. I'm a little worried that maybe I'm just being a stupid guy and that the game is pointless and also violent. I don't think I've discussed it with any females yet, I'm sure they wouldn't approve. I guess I do know that it is a stupid, violent, guy thing to do, but the truth is it is fun enough to outweigh those cons. Maybe it will get old fast, but until then I will have a great time every time I run into a friend.

Leaving my backpack in the trunk of my friend's car has turned out to a great break. I hate carrying around more than I need to, and wearing a backpack makes me feel restricted, (I'm not sure exactly how), yet I wear a backpack everyday without thinking about it. This week I have not had a backpack and it made me realize that I don't actually need it. I regret that my ipod is in my backpack right now, but other than that it has been sweet liberation. I think I will most likely continue using it less once I get it back.

I was sitting next to a really loud breather today in a lecture. It was very distracting. Worse than that I was a bit worried that my friends sitting with me might think that I was making all the noise. I usually try to breath quietly and I actually do have to try because my nose is just noisy. This woman was super loud though. It also sounded really forced. I'm glad I didn't think it was funny at the time because I could have started laughing which would have been bad sitting in the front row right in front of the speaker. If you don't already, consider your breathing volume the next time you are sitting around. If it's really loud figure out why it is and maybe find a way to reduce the effect. That's my advice for today.

I was yanked out of my dreams this morning by my alarm and lost all memory of the night. It was really difficult to get up. I think I am genuinely exhausted. I would consider getting more sleep if I wasn't having so much fun being awake.

The Time Stamps Mean Nothing

I noticed recently that all my posts are time-stamped with the time that I opened the 'new post' window. This means that I can keep a window open from any particular time and submit that post whenever I feel like it. I've been doing that for the past few posts because I haven't gotten around to writing them until after midnight, and it is always annoying when it displays being the wrong day, even though it is technically right. The time stamp on each post really means nothing though. I could have a window open from last week and publish a post in that window today and it would be stamped with last week's date, at least that's my theory. It definitely works on smaller time scales and even carries over from one day to the next. Also, I'm pretty sure I can go back and edit any post and it will not give any updated time or date for when any changes were made. The lesson of this pointless observation is the time stamp means nothing, but if you want to write your post after midnight but want it listed from the day before, just open the window before midnight and write that post whenever you feel like it. Also, unless you check this site regularly, I could be constantly going back over everything I write and you would never know. Somehow I feel like these observations were a waste of everyones time but I already wrote them all so it would just waste more time to go back and delete them.

Now for a mystery. Today, while walking to a friend's house, I encountered a piece of dog poop on the sidewalk. There were several strange things about this poop. Firstly, the poop was right in the middle of the sidewalk. Maybe that's not strange because I suppose it's possible that someone is just that much of a lazy ass that they won't even push the poop to the side of the walk. Or maybe they thought that it would be easier to notice and therefore avoid if it was in plain isolated view. Anyways, the strangest thing about the poop was something I did not notice at first, and for good reason. As I continued down the sidewalk I encountered another piece of the same poop, I'm guessing it was the same because it looked the same, I did not taste it to find out for sure. This was about half a block past the first piece. I considered it odd that the poop could have travelled so far down the sidewalk. I didn't think it likely that someone would kick a piece down the sidewalk until they realized what it was, nor did it seem very likely that the dog had been pooping on the go and the owner had let it happen everywhere. The real puzzler came when I crossed the street at the next block. There was more of the same poop. How did it get there? How did a piece of poop manage to travel half-way down one block and then cross the street? I have no clue. I'm going to have to label this one 'The Mystery of the Roaming Poop" and file it under 'unsolved'.

I decided that April will officially be poll month. I'll try to have as many great polls going as possible. I'm not sure how many people actually visit this site daily, or even at all, but I was thinking of making the polls only last for a few days each. In preparation for this I'm putting up a new poll to find out a bit about visitors here. Please participate. The superior fruit poll is almost over, and apple is winning by one vote. If you don't agree that apples are superior to oranges you'd better vote now or forever hold your peace (piece? which one is it?).

Some amusing dreams that clearly show again that I have been playing too many video games. The interesting thing about these ones is how I incorporated the video game format into real life. Often when I dream about video games from playing them too much it is just about the game itself and trying to complete difficult parts. Not in these dreams.

In the first part I had to fight the boss, who was actually the evil female boss from Ugly Betty and my boss in the dream. I guess it didn't matter that she was my boss because I had to defeat her. I had to run around this pond while stomping on guitar effect pedal type switches that would launch balls or something at the boss. The first one I launched was a good hit but then it got difficult to aim and time properly. I was getting scared about being caught by the boss but then she walked by me while I was running around and I noticed she didn't try to attack me so I felt safer. She was only a normal human after all. I think in the end I gave up and she didn't care that I had tried to defeat her.

In the second part I was in my oma's house and Ridley from the Metroid games was flying outside the windows. Ridley is a giant dragon type monster thing. Me and a group of people all had to run up and down the stairs to hide. The way it worked was that if Ridley saw us for longer than a few seconds he would attack us. We didn't really have any way to attack back so we would run upstairs until we saw his eye out at the window and then we would run back downstairs until we saw his eye down there and we'd have to run back up again. At some point I stopped worrying about Ridley and noticed a guy outside the front door. I was pretty sure that he was working for Ridley somehow, and I was also pretty sure that he was french. In my best french accent I told him to get lost and that nobody wanted him around. I was with a bunch of friends and they thought my accented verbal assault was awesome. Another friend got really into the attack and said the guy's clothes were really bad or something. The guy was clearly offended by this and started walking back to us to explain to my friend who had made the comment that my friend's clothes were actually much worse. He also explained that women were attracted to his clothes which he demonstrated by getting his female friend who was suddenly there to nod in approval. That's all I remember.

Some Musical Discussion

I had a new idea for making music. I really like making both mellow acoustic songs and energetic electronic songs. What if I recorded the same song in both styles? I think it would be fun and would work well. I always like hearing covers and remixes when both songs are good. It would save me the trouble of writing new songs but the arrangements and instrumentation could be radically different. Maybe that's lazy, but I think it could be effective. I know I'm always coming up with ideas for music and never follow through with them so there's no guarantee that this will ever happen, but for now it will be my goal.

I know I said it before and I will say it again, Blonde Redhead's newest album '23' is so good. If you take one thing from reading this blog let it be that album. I find the songs so powerful and the sounds are so rich. I love it. I haven't listened to it too much, which is good because I usually listen to my favorite albums over and over and then lose interest. I'll try to savour this one.

Speaking on that topic, we listened to Bach's Mass in B Minor the other day on Easter. We're not religious but my Dad wanted to play it anyways. He's said it on several occasions now that it is on a lot of desert island lists. What I mean by desert island lists is that if you were stranded on a desert island, the list would say what you would want to have with you. Apparently Bach's mass is so deep and complicated that you could probably listen to it over and over again without ever getting bored of it. While that might be true and the typical pop album might not hold up too well on a desert island I don't think I would want to listen to a mass, (I believe that's a funeral piece), everyday if I was stranded on a desert island. I was trying to think of something better to listen to, that would still not get boring and I realized I would just write an algorithm on a computer that could compose new songs that would always be changing and always be awesome. They'd probably have to be minimalist electronic music because I imagine it wouldn't work to use real instruments if it was all on computer. I think I could definitely get by on a desert island with a soundtrack like that.

I'm thinking I'm going to try to learn some PD, (pure data). It's a visual-based computer language that lets you do awesome things with music. It might take a while but the possibilities are endless. It would be cool to use a computer as an instrument. They are difficult to learn but their capabilities are stunning, and they can also maintain full performativity which is sweet. For example, I could use a camera capturing my motion on the computer to control the sounds it creates. The best part is that PD is free to download and use and is open source and runs on basically every operating system.

The dreams I'm going to describe from last night both contain similar shocking and graphic violence. You have been warned.

My cat hates it when other cats walk around just outside the back door. They walk by fairly often. We always have to chase them away. In my dream there was one cat outside that I was trying to scare away. My cat was sleeping on the rug by the door and I didn't want her to get upset. I knocked on the door to scare the cat but it did nothing. I then opened the door and barked at it and it ran a short distance away. Then it looked at me with curiosity and walked back to the door. I closed the door but somehow this weird cat ghosts half way through the door so that its front paws and head are inside the house. I'm kind of freaked out but I'm mostly concerned about my cat sleeping right there. I think the other cat might try to attack her. I try to stop the cat somehow and my mom tells me to scratch its eyes. I am completely revolved by the idea of scratching the cats eyes out and do a gross out dance in disgust. Meanwhile my mom gets a small dust brush and starts smacking it across the face to try to get its eyes. I'm still doing the gross out dance.

The second dream was even stranger. I think I was at some amusement park and some huge family comes up to me with their camera and asks me to take a photo of them. They are standing in a group but I can't seem to frame them properly. I feel like I need to move farther back. Somehow I end up shooting them from around a wall and all I get is a picture of the father and his son, which is an awesome picture, just not a full family shot. The details get blurry here for a second but I think that the entire family was killed or something by being shot with guns. I think it was some gangsters. I run into the gangsters nearby and they decide they need to kill me. I have a gun from somewhere, maybe it was theirs, and I try to shoot them. There are only two of them. I think I kill one right away but the other one is difficult. It's because the gun sucks. It shoots large cork bullets which aren't very strong, and the gun isn't very accurate. I'm running from the gangster the whole time and right when he catches up with me I manage to get a good shot right up in his neck. The cork bullet goes in and he is temporarily stunned by the shot. By this point I am standing right next to a waterfall observation deck and I throw the gangster over the railing. He rolls down a chainlink fence roof for a short distance and then disappears over the edge of the cliff. I'm relieved that I took care of the gangsters. Very shortly after that I am suddenly grabbed from behind and it is the gangster. He climbed back up from the bottom and he is wet. I am freaked out because now he is really pissed and he is definitely going to kill me. He is super tough and he has huge muscles. I try attacking him and he basically lets me because he knows I can't hurt him. I punch him in the face several times with what I would consider good hits but he just ignores them. I'm wondering why he's dragging it out. I'm also kind of mad about it. I get him on the ground somehow and start going for his eye. I don't know if he was still letting me do this but I don't think he wanted me too. All I know is I have to kill him before he gets bored of me trying and just kills me. I push my fingers into his upper and lower eyelids on one eye and his eyeball starts bulging out. I can basically rip it out at this point but I don't know if I want to because it is seriously disgusting. I think the dream stopped there.

I know that I've always said I would do anything to defend myself if someone was trying to kill me but now I don't think I could. I have never been so close to taking out someone's eye and it felt very wrong. That kind of hands-on gruesome violence is tough to handle, even in a dream. I hope I never get into a real life or death situation where I have to rip someone's eyeball out.

It Happens So Fast

I took a walk in the park today because it was a beautiful day. It amazes me how quickly nature changes in the spring time. The greens are unbelievably green. It almost has an unnaturalness about it but I think it's just the winter colours that are still in my head. This is spring. Everything is new again and better. I don't think it gets any better than this. To see bright young leaves sprout from the bare branches is a sight that no other season can offer. I intend to get out into the park as often as I can over the next few weeks so I can observe the changes. The plants grow up so fast, before you know it their leaves are turning red again.

I took the example from my cat this afternoon and had a nap in the sun. I just lay down on my hardwood floor with one pillow for my head and fell asleep quite comfortably. The air outside is still cold, but the sun coming through the windows is lovely. I can't think of a way I'd rather sleep. I close my eyes and feel the sun spreading across my face. Maybe that is how plants feel. I can't believe how comforting a burning ball of gas can be. I love the sun.

There was only one dream that I thought was worth remembering today. One of my friends was telling us about his dream and for some reason we were reenacting the whole thing the the dream. There were werewolves in a public washroom and they were making sure that anyone that wasn't a werewolf was made into one. The details are really hazy now, but they were tearing some people to shreds for some reason. When it was my turn I was wondering if it was really so necessary to do such a faithful reenactment and why we were doing it in the first place. I didn't want to get scratched up so I think we skipped that part. I don't know if that makes any sense, but I like the idea of reenacting a dream inside a dream. Any dreams that deal with dreams are kind of cool.

Lastly, I love having awesome secrets. I hate having to keep them to myself but on the other hand they can only get bigger and better if you hold onto them. I recommend finding some for yourself. They will make your life that much more meaningful and exciting.

I'm In Bad Shape

It's all too true. I am not fit. I'm a fat guy in a thin guy's body. I don't get close to enough exercise. Evaluating my priorities I think that exercise is definitely something that I want but for whatever reason I don't get enough. I think it's difficult for me to jump right into a good routine for daily exercise, especially when I'm busy and every day is really different. I'm hoping that with weather warming up I might be more encouraged to get some activity going. I need help with this too. Please suggest playing sports to me if we are trying to figure out what to do. I love playing tennis but I think I would play any sport if the people are fun. I just really need to get back into moving around. I could very easily be one of those 22 year olds that dies from a heart attack. I know I may not look it, but I am probably in some of the worst shape of my life. I blame my super sore back injury on being out of shape too. If I had been in better shape when I had done my mid-air twisting dodgeball throw I'm sure it wouldn't have tweaked my lower back like that. I'm not saying I'm going to get into great shape now, but I am saying I would like to try, and I need help. Exercising alone is not fun most of the time.

I had a strange dream where there was a fairy or something granting people wishes. I think it was actually just some woman who may or may not have had wings. She asked me what I wanted to wish for and I asked what the restrictions were. She said that if I wanted an awesome dance party with all my friends it was probably beyond her power. I was disappointed but realized what I really wanted was some toast with the tastiest spread ever all over it. She said she was out of toast. I was not impressed. I asked her what she suggested I wish for. I can't remember what she said but the whole event reminded me of going to a bad restaurant and then ordering something that sounds great and being told that they can't do that item, and then being told that only the desert menu is still available.

Bottled Water

I would not be surprised if one day they even charged us for 'bottled air'. Oh wait, they already do. It seems like as soon as something is put in a package it gains value and people are willing to pay for it. I really need to get in on this lucrative business. I think the only problem is that they already sell basically every single useless thing you could possibly imagine that you can already get for free. Not only is bottled water a waste of money but also a waste of plastic. Especially in vancouver where the water is already so good. Bottled water frustrates me. I am completely confident that if it did not exist our lives would be better. I'm not sure how or why, but somehow they would be, even if it was only from not having to consider the stupidity of bottled water.

I witnessed an awesome scene on the skytrain the other day. There were two tough looking dudes standing across from me. They both had shaved heads and sunglasses and black clothing. The tougher of the two had a goatee and had tatoos all over his head and down his neck. He was also wearing an ultimate fighting championship hoody. I wouldn't want to mess with him. A few stops after I got on, a young man (say 20ish?) and his mother (say 50ish?) get on the train with their bikes. I stop paying attention to these people for a second and when I turn back the two bald dudes are chatting it up with this kid and his mom. The secret to the conversation? They are all francophones. I thought it was so cool that people that I would never expect to talk to each other were now having a friendly discussion, all because they shared a foreign language. It's amazing how these details can bring people together. I'm very sure that were they in quebec or france they would not be on the same terms. As a minority here however they were able to bond just like that. I found it kind of touching.

I'm writing from my basement right now and seconds earlier I noticed something floating in front of my face. I thought it was a dust ball or something, which wouldn't make too much sense, but I was about to brush it out of the way with my hand. I then focused on it and noticed it was a spider climbing down from the ceiling. It was a bit of a startle. I told it to get out of the way and moved it with a pencil. I lost track of it when I moved it and now its sitting somewhere down here with me. I don't have a big problem with spiders, but I definitely do not like them suddenly appearing right in front of my face. It also makes me realize that it could have very easily landed on my head and I may not have noticed. It's a little bit creepy to think about.

My apple cores were gone today. A victim of spring cleaning. I'll have to start again soon and try to beat my record of three. I challenge anyone else that lives with other people to leave apple cores lying in a communal space and see how long they will sit there. You may be surprised.

Also, this is saturday's post. I just missed getting it in before midnight.

Spring Cleaning

I like everything about the word spring. It's fresh, it's fun, it's warming. But when it hooks up with the word cleaning it just gets bad really fast. I'm not sure what I don't like about spring cleaning so much. Maybe it's the laborious cleaning. Or maybe it's having to go through everything I have shoved to the corners of rooms and tried to ignore. Whatever it is, I am not a fan. I guess I have been assigned bathroom cleaning duty. At least bathrooms are smaller rooms.

While my parents were cleaning out the cupboards in the kitchen they found a 3 litre beer bottle. I'm pretty excited about that. I don't think spring cleaning will get any better than a discovery like that.

To anyone religious, happy good friday. Thanks for the day off. Is this the day Jesus is supposed to have died on?

If you remember the apple core on the bookshelf that I wrote about a few days ago, I now have 3 of them sitting in a line. No one has said anything yet. My new goal is to see how many I can get up there before they get thrown out by someone. With spring cleaning it might be tricky though.

I had a strange dream where I was being tested with a bunch of people, including some friends, for a job testing video games, which is my plan for the summer, only the test made no sense. There were no video games involved. There were small balloons scattered across the floor. I can't remember what I was supposed to do, but I passed the test. As a reward for passing, everyone was given some kind of prize. I got a huge pile of small paper tickets. One of my friends thought it was really ironic because I already had a pile at home. I wasn't so enthusiastic because I realized that they were completely useless. Another friend proposed that everyone that passed should join in a huddle to celebrate our continuing to the next round. We had a huddle just like a football team. That's about it.

I don't have much more to say today, I've been finishing a paper since I finished breakfast. I'm done now. I feel awesome.

Somebody Killed Skytain Etiquette

Imagine a world where lines do not exist. A world where no one cares about you and everyone fends for themselves. A world where there are no rules. Imagine no longer. This is the skytrain. People will slide in front of you before you know what's up. They actually force you to be an asshole if you want to get on the train because if you were polite and waited for someone to let you on, you could be waiting until rush hour is over. I have seen things on the skytrain that I almost refused to believe because they were so blatantly assholish. I don't know what people are thinking, but I lose all respect for someone when they try to slip in front of me at the last second.

I'm not going to say that I'm really badass or anything, but I don't like to let people get away with that stuff so easily. If I'm with anyone else I will usually make a loud comment about how stupid and rude people are, with swears included. If I am at the front of the line I will take my bag off and forcibly block people trying to squeeze past me. I won't look at them, I will act like I don't even see them. They won't say anything. These people are actually cowards. If there is a man that I think has been rude in trying to get on the skytrain I will usually stand really close to them on the train, partly because I have to, partly to bother them. Again, I will not look at them or try to stare them down. I think it's more effective that way. I feel better when I do any of these things. I usually find it funny.

Another thing that I found funny today on the skytrain was this dude listening to music on his headphones. He was totally into it and moving his head around with his eyes closed like he was in a trance. This older woman was watching him and smiling. She must have thought it was nice to see the guy feeling the music so much and so openly. I think she had to be the talkative type because she leaned over to him and asked him what he was listening to. I don't know why she would ask because it seemed like she was too old to appreciate the kind of music this guy's age demographic would generally enjoy, he must have been late 20s, she was probably late 40s. The guy pulls down his headphones just for a second and answers her. In a really normal voice he just says 'The Sound of Children Dying" and then puts the headphones back on. I'm not sure if that is a band or not, but it didn't matter because the look on the woman's face was so funny. I don't know how to describe it. Maybe a mix between disguised shock and regret at having asked the question in the first place. I couldn't look at either of the two for the rest of the train ride because it was too funny.

I've already written a lot so I'm going to only write my favorite dream from last night. It was my brother's birthday, which is actually about 6 months away. My oma (grandma) had made a cake for him. It was weird cake though. It was just a small strip of cake, and it went up in small steps. Someone thought that it wasn't really enough cake. I had to explain that it was a bonus game cake, here's evidence I played too many video games last night. I picked up a pencil and began to demonstrate. With the eraser I tapped each step on the cake from the bottom to the top. When I hit the top step another set of steps rose up out of the plate and I continued tapping those steps. The cake began to grow as I quickly and effectively tapped all the right spots. At a certain point the cake stopped growing and peanut M&Ms started appearing on the top of the cake. I kept going until I realized my time was up and the bonus game was over. I then explained that I unlocked as much of the cake as I could. It is a really bizarre translation of video games in my opinion. My mom said I shouldn't eat any of the cake because I was getting too fat. I agreed, and I didn't care because I didn't really want any cake. I was pretty happy about getting fat though. I have never been able to gain weight and I guess putting on a few pounds was an achievement.

I had some other dreams that made no sense at all so I won't even try to explain them. I think in one I walked into a horror movie trailer by accident somehow and then had to save some little girl from the bad people. It was intense, but I don't think it made sense narratively so I'll leave it at that.

Lastly, my friend showed me the footage today that he got back for his film he shot. It looked really good. He was telling me how his instructor had said that the dailies, the quickly processed shots from the day's shoot are often the most rewarding part of making a film. By that logic we thought it would be cool to make a movie of just dailies. I also thought that it would be cool to shoot short 1 roll films every week and then put them online, without editing them at all. Film just looks good, I think it would be fun to see. The only thing I would be concerned about is the compression getting the videos up online taking away from the awesome film look. I guess they wouldn't have to go online, but the audience would be much smaller. It's just an idea I wanted to get down.

That's all for today, more than enough I think. Actually, I'm wondering if people will read all of this because it is so long and time consuming. Thoughts anyone?

Cloning Isn't As Cool/Terrible As You Might Think

Listening to some people in my bio class today made me think that maybe I should post my rant on cloning. I've only ever said it out loud, usually when someone is doubting whether cloning is such a good idea. A lot of people seem to have problems with the idea of cloning humans. What is the problem? A twin is essentially a clone. In vitro fertilization is essentially cloning. No matter what the movies say babies cannot be grown in tanks of pink or yellow liquids. They need a mother. I don't believe any animals have been cloned without being born from a mother. I wish cloning was as awesome as it is in Star Wars, but it's not. I'm no professional, and I'm certainly not very educated on the subject, but to the best of my understanding to clone a human is actually really boring. The scientists take a dna molecule and then fertilize an egg with it or something. Then they need to plant it in a woman's uterus where it can continue to grow just like every other baby. Maybe people are aware of this when they say human cloning is wrong, and if they are I think they are crazy. If I suddenly found out that I was a clone of someone from the past I really don't think I would care. What's the big ethical dilemma? If we can drive cars and cut down tree to make useless shit and hunt animals to extinction then how could human cloning possibly be so wrong?

A seagull flew over me today and I had to ask myself, if birds were really good at aiming where they pooped would they be pooping on me all the time? I wonder if birds are even aware of where they poop. I always feel like they have some kind of superiority complex feeding animosity towards us ground-dwelling humans and it seems like they would be out to get us in whatever way they can. Whatever it is, I'm glad they either have bad aim or generally don't want to poop on us because life would be a lot grosser if they did.

I came up with an awesome idea last night just before going to bed. Dream betting. The premise is very simple. The participants decide on a particular subject together, generally one that is very bizarre and random. Then each participant tries to be the first person to dream about that particular subject. That person wins the bet and whatever was at stake, say $2 or something. Obviously the honour system is the key here since no one can know if you actually dreamed something or not. That's why low stakes are safer. Subjects could range widely, and there could also be multiple bets going at once, some with higher stakes if they seem more difficult to dream. I think the game would be tons of fun. I wanted to test myself to see if I could dream a bizarre subject on command so last night I focused on 'fighting an albino kangaroo' while lying in bed. Apparently I dream in irony now. Rather than fighting an albino kangaroo in my dream I dreamed about explaining dream betting to my mom, using the example of fighting an albino kangaroo. At least it was on my mind. Before each bet is made, rules should be established for what the acceptable conditions of dreaming the subject are. For example, if I merely observed an albino kangaroo or challenged an albino kangaroo to a fight but it declined these would not be bet winning conditions. I intend to start dream betting as soon as I find willing participants.

I also had a dream that I was in a video game with my brother. I guess it was a video game because we had objectives and stuff but we were doing everything in real life. We had hijacked or were going to hijack some important technology from UBC and were trying to stay ahead of the authorities, driving down a highway that was supposed to be around UBC but did not look much like it. It looked more like a generic racing game highway, or maybe Richmond. I don't really remember much else.

I figured out this morning that one of my dream collection strategies is that if I wake up without anything to remember I just go back to sleep and get some new dreams. I couldn't do it this morning at all because I had to get up early and leave, thus the lack of detailed dreams.

Lastly, Simon and Edgar, if you are reading this, please consider a trilogy because Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz are so good.