Dream sequence...
This one is crazy arse funky...
It's WWI or WWII or right around there. I'm on a newly designed and created ship called an 'aircraft carrier'. Harvey Keitel is the commander and all us foot soldiers are on the ship. We are on the flight deck, waiting to be deployed to a beach in Korea. The word is given, we take to the a amphibious carriers. As with old style WWII deployments, we hit the beach, guns blazing and running blindly into the enemy.
We are in a canyon, getting taken out. The order is given to retreat. I retreat with everyone else but I can't help but hang back and try to help give cover fire to my brothers. Most of them go down. The Koreans are upon us. I see the lifeboat. It's full. I can't make it cuz I'm trying to help my brothers out. A mortar fires a shell from the Korean side and it lands IN the lifeboat. People are decimated. I turn, drop my weapon and say, "PARLAY".
A Euro commander comes walking up. He says, "Since this guy gave up without a fight, there is no need for shackles." I agree to help the bad guys' alliance for my own life.
We switch to a farm/base. It's sectioned off in different ways but I'm in the equivalent of a large barn with sections to it. I discuss things with the Euro commander who can translate English into Korean. I see their game plan. I'm part of their forces. I'm a turncoat. I tell them that if the alliance attacks with the plan they have, they will be slaughtered. They plan to attack the eastern seaboard of the US. BUT it's not the US we know. There is more land (and in my universe, it becomes island, not unlike Hawaii).
I tell them, IF they send ships up thru the canal and take out the lines SUPPORTING the eastern seaboard, they can sink the land (based on fault lines). WHen the islands are alone, the Alliance can do what they want. ie; take over the most eastern lands of the US. The Euro commander explains what's up. They barely go for it, but make preparations regardless. I tell the Euro commander that I've helped out the best I can, "can I become a Soldier?"
The Euro cmdr recommends me for a proper place in the Alliance. The Korean Emperor (that's right, EMPEROR) takes him outside and shoots him. The Koreans want to do this on their own. The Emperor treats me to a fine dinner of sushi which is made mainly up of prawns and shrimp.
I eat a bit, but what I really want is to be a part of this Alliance. I want to have two mistresses. They are there and they are POWs too.
We go for a walk out in the farmland. I end up killing the Emperor because I don't agree with his tactics or his desires. I become the Emperor. I survey the farmland/base. I make changes right away. Instead of trying to oppose the US, I enact that a wall be built to divide South Korea from North Korea (we are south korea). I happen upon a soldier and ask if he wants to be the commander of the forces. He agrees but at a price. He gets his own chambers, a bathing tub, etc. He is caucasian. Big. Blonde.
He shows me what happened to the last guy that tried to usurp power. His body hangs on the side of the barn. He's still meaty. But he's been picked away at. He's molding. He serves as an example of what is to come for those who rebel against the alliance.
I end the offensive and prepare for a defensive against North Korea.
I have no idea what was going on. These are just dreams.
Enjoi.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Crazy dreams!
I've always been a dreamer. A fantasizer. Always had my head in the clouds, y'know? So last nite, I had this dream...
I was in an apartment complex (or condo). I was trying to play Mortal Kombat on the tv with a keyboard. I was really bugged about the whole thing cuz the controls didn't make sense. How was I supposed to get Sub-Zero to throw his ice ball? The punch and kick commands didn't make sense since I was playing this on a keyboard. My dad tells me the kids want to play. So I turn off the Xbox (not the 360 and I do NOT have either in real life) and let the kids play. For some reason, my parents had a bunch of kids over. 3-13 yr olds and they were trashing the place. One kid was trying to open the case to get to my PSP. I took it away from him and went to my room. Which had been ransacked by the kids. That was the last straw. I left to go visit a female friend down the way.
I get down there and it turns out that she has a ton of friends over and they were all taking pictures. We got to talking in the hallway and I said something along the lines of, "Guys will go down in age to hook up with a grl but women usually don't..."
We go past one of the bedrooms where there are grlz partying and then the living room which was a BIGGER mess than my bedroom. I looked down and I see a red cellphone. It's Markki's cellphone (friend from work) and I said, "What's Markki doing here???" Markki comes out of the bathroom and says something bizarre. Like she came over to shave or some weird thing... Deciding that I should leave to let the grlz do their thing, I end up outside but don't want to go back to my pad cuz it's just crazy.
Next thing I know, I'm in a semi truck with Hilary Duff driving. The cab is a cross between a, well, regular cab and a large SUV. ie; there's a sleeping area in the back but there's always a bench seat behind the driver and passenger seat. It's a pretty ghetto semi and it's hauling a double trailer. I felt that the man should drive the big rig, but she was insistent that she do it. It WAS her parents' rig and we were running some sort of delivery. I don't know if it was equipment for a concert, her music cds or her make up line.
So we're cruising along and then BAM, we're stuck in a snow storm. ALL the cars are stopped and some of them have been there for hours. The vehicles are shut off, snow has accumalated. I get out and check things out. People are outside, bored. It's midnite or later. I looked back and see that we weren't far from Stevens Pass (ski area in washington). People are still riding the lifts, coming down and the bored kids who can't sleep until the pass reopens are out sledding.
I return to the semi and open the door. Hilary's in a black tanktop and how she isn't freezing in a snowstorm, I have no idea. She's on the phone with her dad, trying to explain to him that we're stuck. All of the sudden, a bunch of police raiders are making their way up the line. The cars turn on and move to the side. Hilary starts up the rig and pulls further to the right and slams into a Volvo stationwagon while trying to park.
There's a boy in the back. He's trying to sleep but it's not working. There's a certain excitement being stuck in a snowstorm for who knows how long. Hilary puts on a jacket and we go for a walk up to the ski resort. Up there, I see a bunch of kids I knew from high school. EVERYONE who was stuck on the highway is wandering around the resort. Food. Warmth. Shelter. At some point, Hilary and I start wrestling in the snow and after she pins me, we find that there's a dance club next to us. From where we were, we could see a woman dressed up as a black & white X-Mas tree ballroom dancing. There were a few other couples in there all dressed up in formals. We get up and decide to head back to the highway to see if things are moving yet.
Traffic is moving. We run across the highway, she starts up the rig and we're on our way again. I tell her, "Oh, we're going to Wenatchee! This is the highway you take and it's kind of just on the other side!" She's glad to know where we're going cuz she's never been there. (Wenatchee is several hours east of SEattle)
We start cruising and I realize her lights aren't on. It's 0130 and the sun is coming up. She drives like a wildman. She doesn't stay in her lane and she likes to take the curves of the highway wide. Which really means she drifting the backside. I tell her the lights aren't on. She tries to turn them on; there's only 20 switches to turn them on. They blink on then fade out. I just hope that the cops don't get us for that little aspect.
We start down the other side of the mountain and enter a desert region (like going out to Yakima on I-90). I say, "Hey, I've been here... This is like the road out to Yakima. So that means, Wenatchee is just around the corner..."
She's still doing wide drifts, driving in the fast lane and we're going around 100mph. WHich means, cars are STILL passing us!
We hit snow again. ANd this snow is dangerous. It's nothing like a compact snow & ice highway. It's more like a ski resort with deep tracks, frozen and hard. We try to drive thru it like the other cars. THe lanes go from 4 wide to 1 wide in a blink of an eye. The snowblowers that came thru can't pile the snow up right cuz the retaining walls are upwards of 50 ft tall. All the snow can do is pile up.
We come around a corner. As we're coming around, there's (another) Volvo heading our way. I tell Hilary to hit the breaks but BAM, we head on the poor mofos. Their Volvo gets blasted BACK into it's proper lane. She pulls over, the cops come and I run to see if things are ok. Hilary doesn't want to deal with the cops or fill out an accident report (no damage to the rig). Instead, she gets an empty bucket and microwave popcorn for me to give to them. I straighten shit out, we can fill out the reports in Wenatchee and we suddenly see tollbooths. MANNED tollbooths. I tell her we need to give 'em $3 to use the road. SHe forks over a bunch of quarters and we get back on the road.
A few miles down the road, the cops are after us. Hilary questions if it's because our lights don't work. Or that we're going around 100mph. Or because we are drifting in the lanes. She pulls over and gets out. Then she jumps back in and says, "Oh yeah, I'm not supposed to get out..."
The State Patrol comes up to the window (who is somehow as tall as the rig) and says, "You dropped this a few miles back." It's some Hilary Duff movie. Hilary says THANK YOU and then the patrol wants her autograph and starts telling her about his daughter's favorite movie. Eventually, he lets us go. No ticket. No nothing! SHe relaxes. I tell her to move over and that I'll drive from now on.
We drive on......
At some point in this story, around the time of the volvo accident, we ran into Kim Cardassian (or whatever her name is from that tv show). I remember flipping her crap that she's not that hott and then she and Hilary started getting into it.
I'll stop there since this is long enough. Enjoi. :
I've always been a dreamer. A fantasizer. Always had my head in the clouds, y'know? So last nite, I had this dream...
I was in an apartment complex (or condo). I was trying to play Mortal Kombat on the tv with a keyboard. I was really bugged about the whole thing cuz the controls didn't make sense. How was I supposed to get Sub-Zero to throw his ice ball? The punch and kick commands didn't make sense since I was playing this on a keyboard. My dad tells me the kids want to play. So I turn off the Xbox (not the 360 and I do NOT have either in real life) and let the kids play. For some reason, my parents had a bunch of kids over. 3-13 yr olds and they were trashing the place. One kid was trying to open the case to get to my PSP. I took it away from him and went to my room. Which had been ransacked by the kids. That was the last straw. I left to go visit a female friend down the way.
I get down there and it turns out that she has a ton of friends over and they were all taking pictures. We got to talking in the hallway and I said something along the lines of, "Guys will go down in age to hook up with a grl but women usually don't..."
We go past one of the bedrooms where there are grlz partying and then the living room which was a BIGGER mess than my bedroom. I looked down and I see a red cellphone. It's Markki's cellphone (friend from work) and I said, "What's Markki doing here???" Markki comes out of the bathroom and says something bizarre. Like she came over to shave or some weird thing... Deciding that I should leave to let the grlz do their thing, I end up outside but don't want to go back to my pad cuz it's just crazy.
Next thing I know, I'm in a semi truck with Hilary Duff driving. The cab is a cross between a, well, regular cab and a large SUV. ie; there's a sleeping area in the back but there's always a bench seat behind the driver and passenger seat. It's a pretty ghetto semi and it's hauling a double trailer. I felt that the man should drive the big rig, but she was insistent that she do it. It WAS her parents' rig and we were running some sort of delivery. I don't know if it was equipment for a concert, her music cds or her make up line.
So we're cruising along and then BAM, we're stuck in a snow storm. ALL the cars are stopped and some of them have been there for hours. The vehicles are shut off, snow has accumalated. I get out and check things out. People are outside, bored. It's midnite or later. I looked back and see that we weren't far from Stevens Pass (ski area in washington). People are still riding the lifts, coming down and the bored kids who can't sleep until the pass reopens are out sledding.
I return to the semi and open the door. Hilary's in a black tanktop and how she isn't freezing in a snowstorm, I have no idea. She's on the phone with her dad, trying to explain to him that we're stuck. All of the sudden, a bunch of police raiders are making their way up the line. The cars turn on and move to the side. Hilary starts up the rig and pulls further to the right and slams into a Volvo stationwagon while trying to park.
There's a boy in the back. He's trying to sleep but it's not working. There's a certain excitement being stuck in a snowstorm for who knows how long. Hilary puts on a jacket and we go for a walk up to the ski resort. Up there, I see a bunch of kids I knew from high school. EVERYONE who was stuck on the highway is wandering around the resort. Food. Warmth. Shelter. At some point, Hilary and I start wrestling in the snow and after she pins me, we find that there's a dance club next to us. From where we were, we could see a woman dressed up as a black & white X-Mas tree ballroom dancing. There were a few other couples in there all dressed up in formals. We get up and decide to head back to the highway to see if things are moving yet.
Traffic is moving. We run across the highway, she starts up the rig and we're on our way again. I tell her, "Oh, we're going to Wenatchee! This is the highway you take and it's kind of just on the other side!" She's glad to know where we're going cuz she's never been there. (Wenatchee is several hours east of SEattle)
We start cruising and I realize her lights aren't on. It's 0130 and the sun is coming up. She drives like a wildman. She doesn't stay in her lane and she likes to take the curves of the highway wide. Which really means she drifting the backside. I tell her the lights aren't on. She tries to turn them on; there's only 20 switches to turn them on. They blink on then fade out. I just hope that the cops don't get us for that little aspect.
We start down the other side of the mountain and enter a desert region (like going out to Yakima on I-90). I say, "Hey, I've been here... This is like the road out to Yakima. So that means, Wenatchee is just around the corner..."
She's still doing wide drifts, driving in the fast lane and we're going around 100mph. WHich means, cars are STILL passing us!
We hit snow again. ANd this snow is dangerous. It's nothing like a compact snow & ice highway. It's more like a ski resort with deep tracks, frozen and hard. We try to drive thru it like the other cars. THe lanes go from 4 wide to 1 wide in a blink of an eye. The snowblowers that came thru can't pile the snow up right cuz the retaining walls are upwards of 50 ft tall. All the snow can do is pile up.
We come around a corner. As we're coming around, there's (another) Volvo heading our way. I tell Hilary to hit the breaks but BAM, we head on the poor mofos. Their Volvo gets blasted BACK into it's proper lane. She pulls over, the cops come and I run to see if things are ok. Hilary doesn't want to deal with the cops or fill out an accident report (no damage to the rig). Instead, she gets an empty bucket and microwave popcorn for me to give to them. I straighten shit out, we can fill out the reports in Wenatchee and we suddenly see tollbooths. MANNED tollbooths. I tell her we need to give 'em $3 to use the road. SHe forks over a bunch of quarters and we get back on the road.
A few miles down the road, the cops are after us. Hilary questions if it's because our lights don't work. Or that we're going around 100mph. Or because we are drifting in the lanes. She pulls over and gets out. Then she jumps back in and says, "Oh yeah, I'm not supposed to get out..."
The State Patrol comes up to the window (who is somehow as tall as the rig) and says, "You dropped this a few miles back." It's some Hilary Duff movie. Hilary says THANK YOU and then the patrol wants her autograph and starts telling her about his daughter's favorite movie. Eventually, he lets us go. No ticket. No nothing! SHe relaxes. I tell her to move over and that I'll drive from now on.
We drive on......
At some point in this story, around the time of the volvo accident, we ran into Kim Cardassian (or whatever her name is from that tv show). I remember flipping her crap that she's not that hott and then she and Hilary started getting into it.
I'll stop there since this is long enough. Enjoi. :
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I've been playing guitar for some time now. I probably should be better than I am but I'm a rhythm player. I don't play fancy solos and stuff. So i bought this guitar from GuitarCenter awhile back and well, I've had problems with it off and on. I finally had it with the Floyd Rose bridge that sat too low so I couldn't change out strings w/o scratching up the body.
Last week, it just kinda fell apart. Screws came out. Screws were stripped to lock the strings in, etc. I had always been worried about taking it in because I thought maybe the repair would cost MORE than the guitar itself. I paid a decent amount for it and I love the thing. It's so comfy in my hands to play. I took it into Mojo Music up here in B'ham and they fixed it all for under $50! The repair guy blocked the bridge up so it wouldn't sit low and I could change strings easier.
I had to break the new strings in and I taped myself (via the digital camera) and man... I'm surprised you can actually hear what I'm playing. I'm a heavy metal guy so I sometimes wonder if things sound like mud. But lo and behold, it was all good! :D And playing on new strings... You can hear me hitting 'em pretty hard. I play hard and remotely fast so... Anyway, watching myself, I see where I need to change things in my tunes. Mainly, I need to speed stuff up but my stuff actually sounds pretty tight.
:D
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