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Tuesday March 19, 2002 |
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of the Day I just have no firsthand experience. -- Al Gore, when asked if young women today are too promiscuous |
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Blog No surfing of note yesterday, at least didn't see anything I thought worth commenting on here, so I can't just paste in a bunch of notes I made through the day. I should probably do the Blogging thing, and just make an update every every few hours when the notion took me, rather than saving it up for once a day. But then again, I'm good at not doing things I should do.
Amusingly sad article here, about a woman who was drunk, took a cab home, the cab got pulled over for speeding, and apparently she was mouthing off, so the cops arrested her for being drunk. Even though she wasn't driving! They took her to some sort of detox center and they wouldn't let her make a phone call or use her cell phone to call her husband, so she started making a fuss and they took her to jail. Still not letting her make a call. Finally her husband found her the next morning after calling everywhere all night, thinking she'd been kidnapped or in an accident or anything. She's now suing. End of the article you discover that she's British, which I'm sure is a major factor in the whole thing. I.E. she's from a country where the cops are generally rational people who you can discuss things with, and if you scream at them they won't just ignore all of your rights and lock you up overnight. Remember that cops are people too, usually not very bright ones. They like to be in power, they like to carry around guns and handcuffs and they like to tell people what to do. That's why they took such low-paying, high stress, difficult jobs. Lots of them want to be soldiers but they don't want that so badly that they'll suffer the really low pay and really horrible lifestyle that requires. Some very small percent of cops are nice people who want to help society. Most are grown up bullies who want to help society, and fuck with assholes at the same time. The point is, don't be an asshole to cops, they aren't bright enough to take it, they don't have an attitude to take it, and they don't have any reason to take it. They can screw you over without even trying. Say "yes sir" a lot and you'll be okay. Go home and beat your dog if it frustrates you so. Worst comes to worst, you'll get animal control, and they are much less dangerous. |
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So I never dream. Well I assume I dream, but I never remember my dreams. Or very seldom anyway. When I do remember one, it's one I had just before waking up, and those don't really count, since I'm generally sort of dozing during them, and partially in control of the action. That's not really any different than a day dream, or the semi-fantasies you might run through your head as you are drifting off to sleep. The morning ones are a bit less consciously controlled; but only just. I often find myself thinking about stories I should be writing, imagining the characters doing something or other. But it's never like I'm watching a movie, or I'm one of the characters living the events. It's like I'm writing a story, but seeing it more vividly than when I'm actually typing. However I'm evaluating the events and character actions as I go, usually thinking they need to speak more, or I need to describe the scenery a bit more. I almost never remember a real out and out dream, like where I'm just seeing bizarre things, or seeing myself doing stuff I wouldn't normally do. I sort of miss it, as that sort of thing is a good window into the psyche, or at least something entertaining to remember as you wake up and get dressed. Or to talk about with close friends at a later date. A girlfriend I had in college always had really vivid dreams, or at least always described them as such to me. And they were fun! She'd be in a cafe in Paris having lunch with her (deceased) grandfather, enjoying a lively conversation. Or she'd find herself surfing in Hawaii, when she didn't surf and had never been to Hawaii. Or a Paris cafe, for that matter. She'd often have dreams about me doing something weird, or that she was on a date with me and her sister (who I'd never met, she lived on the east coast) appeared and I started flirting with her (the sister) and making out right at the table. When she told me that one, I asked if the sister was hot, and/or a good kisser. She (the girlfriend) said no, and that she didn't know. I asked if it was like kissing your sister, and we broke up. Broke up with laughter, I mean, not broke up the dating. That came later. |
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