Random Thought Thread

That's way up north, 'round about Chicago way. I'm down near the southern tip of Illinois, right next to St Louis, so it's Cardinals/Rams territory.

 

Theme Tune Spot the Difference:

 

Something I want to write someday:

An empire or a super conquering state or super big bad has a superweapon. The hero manages to sabotage, destroy, or steal the blueprints... only for the 'villain' to later on reveal that the superweapon wasn't all that important. It was very useful, sure, but it's not the crux of their victory. What brings them their victory is their social, logisticial, political, and economic structure that lets them as a state function so much more effectively and efficiently than any other state around, so they're just crushing people.

 

wonder what it means to dream about dogs and dog tags....

dream:
i was trying to get to an address... I had my dogs in the car with me and i was lost, so i pull over on the side of an empty road and get out to try to find cell service. my dogs are barking. and when I turn around, they arent there anymore. like they just vanished.
so I'm calling their names and I can hear them crying. one of my dogs runs across the field toward me, but she doesnt have on her collar. I put her in the car and go searching for my other dog, but all I can find in the dirt are his dog tags.... then i wake up

 

Often animals represent your instincts, the natural part inside. Like any dream symbol though, the meaning is affected by many things. But the most frequent meaning is instinct. Ideally you would try to connect it up with other recent dreams and with things going on in your life.

It could mean you've lost touch with your natural inner self, your instinctive-ness. The collar and tags seem to me to be something we added after we domesticated dogs from their purely wild form, an identifier of their domseticity. So the dog lost that and is roaming wild now, but out of touch with you. This could have many different possible meanings in your life.

And of course, I'm strictly amateur, just a guy who's read a lot of Jungian psychology and dream-related stuff and paid attention to my dreams for a long time.

 

Oh, my. You mean "Chicago" and "Illinois" aren't synonyms?

My husband once had a roommate who was a fervent, yea unto fanatical, Bears fan. Husband claims he once saw Dave put a chair through a wall following a bonehead play in a game. I suspect beer fueled the reaction as well as fanaticism.

 

“You see gentlemen, I’m from Minnesota. I’m afraid you’re just gonna have to show me.“

 

My writing is boldly interstitial, it defies all genre conventions and instead abjectly fails at all of them.

 

Congratulations!

 

Stainless steel may be considered by people in the olden days to be enchanted.

 

In Jack Whyte's Dream of Eagles series Excalibur was forged of naturally occurring stainless steel from a nickel-iron meteorite that crashed in Roman Britain.

 

Why does my stainless steel refrigerator collect fingerprints? Does it want to grow up to be a crime scene tech?

 

which explains how it didn’t rust in the lake I suppose

 

The Lady kept it in a great big ziplock bag when it wasn't being used.

 

Here's a revolutionary idea: the radio playing music in the morning instead of a couple of jerkoffs trying to be funny.

 

That's one thing I surely don't miss about the morning drive.

 

I usually resort to the classical music station because they seem to have a no-jerkoff policy and realize people actually want to listen to music on their way to work.

 

Oh man. People listening to the radio. That's old fashioned.

Can't you just use an mp3 player on your phone?

 

Give up on radio. If it’s commercial it cuts down on wanky DJs talking shit, but you get the same 12 songs played on a random loop and 4 minute adverts after every third song. If it’s not commercial then there’s more talk than music. Just make a mixusb and fuck em all.

 

This response was inevitable. I don't own a smartphone and never will. I'm THAT guy. And no, I'm not 87. I'm 30.

 

And we love you for it.

 

Self realization 196:

I said "bles-shoe" (instead of "bless you") when my coworker sneezed..... Perhaps i've always said "bles-shoe- and in the silence of an empty library, only now realized it

 

I'm pretty sure I say it like that too. So, now you don't have to feel so odd.

 

I tried it a couple of times and it comes out something like, "Bleh-shue" for me. When blessing someone, I guess we're in too big a hurry to get 'em blessed to enunciate clearly.