I'm Playing a 19th Century French General...

On my way home today I was discussing huge ideas about the world with my friend on transit. While repeating the discussion here would not do it justice because we covered so much, we did briefly touch upon the idea of recording the conversation. I thought the easiest way to do it would be to type it out in an online chat perhaps so that we could pick our words more carefully, while also instantly creating a textual record of our thoughts. We could just copy and paste the discussion and other people could read it if they wanted. I don't know. I'm sure people do that already, but I was just thinking it might be worth joining them.

I think I'm starting a new habit. I eat apples while I'm at the computer and then I leave the core on the bookshelf. Someone else always throws it out, but I rarely hear about it. I know my parents have left apple cores lying around in the past, so its not a big deal. I think I'm going to keep doing it until someone makes a point of really being annoyed by it, if that ever happens. It could just become a habit of the others to throw it out. That would be an interesting experiment. Like the straw that never broke the camel's back, despite the straw being annoying.

I'm going to add right here that I hate it when I have a bunch of awesome things to write down here and then lose a bunch just before writing them. That is happening now.

In dreams, here's a funny one. In reality there is a show called Prank Patrol on YTV where they basically help kids pull sweet pranks. Anyways, in my dream I have applied to be on Prank Patrol and I get accepted to do a show. I don't think I actually applied, but somehow my name comes up and I am doing it anyways. I don't think I choose the prank I get to do though because it is really unusual and I never would have thought it up, although I did in fact dream it up. I skip over all the planning in my dream and it goes straight to the prank. I'm watching it happen on TV when it does, kind of strange organization of events. I think I may have been watching it there on TV but I think the prank was also happening right then, so I was two people? Anyways, I am dressed up as a 19th century French general and I am doing a play on stage in the prank. I'm in the middle of a monologue in French. I notice watching it on TV that I don't have my mustache and I guess that I must have shaved it off for the prank, but I don't care, it's more just an observation. I finish the monologue and pull a really fancy pistol/musket from my side. It has a whole bunch of switches and triggers and it's covered in gold in places. I start holding it in a really flamboyantly gay way and then I pull the trigger in the same fashion, pointing the gun at the crowd. The prank starts now when a member of the audience pretends to get shot. Everyone in the audience freaks out and scramble to leave the theatre. It's actually a really dumb prank. I don't think anyone was really thinking that it would be good, but it was done anyways. I don't even know who's idea it was. Like I said, the planning stage was completely skipped in my dream. Apparently there were tons of little kids at the play when the prank was done and they were all terrified. Later I'm standing around and all the kids are coming up to me one at a time and telling me how much they liked the performance after they got over the fake shooting. The kids must be about 5 or 6 but they are telling me that they think I am an amazing actor and they can imagine that I will do great things. I think that's all that happened in the dream. It is possibly one of the strangest and most bizarre dream I have had recently. It's too bad I don't have a picture of me dressed up as a 19th century French general holding that weird gun because it looked hilarious.

During my solo bus time coming home I thought up a new idea that I'm excited about. I can't actually share it, perhaps never. I am writing it here more for a record than anything else. All I will say is that I hope people like it.

Lastly, Ericsson, if you're reading this, I think my dull but persistent headache is the worst physical pain of the day. I got off easy for sure.