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So what does it mean when you have a dream about eating at a restaurant that is called "BORDERS" - yes like the bookstore - and spending more than an hour arguing with the cashier because they won't accept the $5 gift card that you have. You keep announcing to the other dining patrons after the first hour, every five minutes that "It has been one hour and twenty minutes since I asked them to honor my gift card!" and this fails to embarass them, riles the other diners behind you, and management comes out to put out the fire. Arguments ensue. Apparently it is the future, and due to a background check, my coupon balance had been transferred to the public works, and was of no value in the store. Why? The restaurant manager said that the balance had been used to partially pay outstanding ticket citations. I ask "What Tickets?" Two for an unmowed lawn, one for violation of canine laws within the city limits. Myself not being grounded in this alternate-reality future, I argued how could a gift card at BORDERS Restaurant be transferred to pay for outstanding civil citations? And ridiculous ones at that? Let alone, since it was the future, wouldn't you think that: a) The sum of tickets could not be paid by $5. b) Someone would have just given me either a $5 bill, a free beer, or a side of fries to take home, which I had said before I would have been more than happy with. Anyway, this is a brief summation of a very involved, detailed, vivid, and intricate (and I think lengthy) dream I had last night. There are more interesting details, like that previous to dining, I had been in band practice with Clayton and Scott, and for some reason Clayton had come to the restaurant with me but then had left, and Scott had stayed home and we were going to reconvene later. The only thing I can think of so far, interpretation-wise, is that there is some correlation between the symbolism here and my internal fears about the socialistic tendencies the direction of the United States is showing with recent policy changes, directives, and having been personally subject to TSA security procedures, being in a vast concentration of "La Public Generale," and having recently had a strong dose of exposure to the most extreme proletarian conditions. I think I can take away from this: I'm really saddened and worried by what we've become, where we are headed, and what looks like a tough ship to change the course of. However, I am very willing to fight for my five goddamn measley unimportant monetary balance, even it having been both branded corporate physically, and governmentally symbolically. Ok. Time to board a plane at SJC and head back to TVC via MSP. I /so/ miss my son. :)
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Tue, May. 5th, 2009, 01:55 am
's DSL link is officially saturated; Downloading Windows 7 RC1, FreeBSD 7.2, OpenBSD 4.5. This weekend is going to be a nice geekparty! Mon, May. 4th, 2009, 10:17 am
Nachos are made of WIN Fri, Apr. 24th, 2009, 03:00 pm
I love charter's CBPC status... "Fiber got cut" .. and "Services are out for users in area codes starting in 494, 496, and 495" ... :) damn! Fri, Apr. 24th, 2009, 09:53 am
Seriously. I could go home, get my air pot, MAKE coffee to fill it for cheaper and faster than approval would take. :( Fri, Apr. 24th, 2009, 09:51 am
If you're in a meeting room ALL DAY here, you need ADMIN BOARD APPROVAL to get an air-pot of coffee in the room. Not just 1 admin. !Awesome. Wed, Apr. 22nd, 2009, 11:15 pm
pfffffffth. overloaded. sleepnow! Wed, Apr. 22nd, 2009, 09:05 pm
web server and mail server migrations. yay. more time i didn't have. :P Wed, Apr. 22nd, 2009, 06:27 am
my son outslept me this morning. Time for coffee and prep for the day! Wed, Apr. 22nd, 2009, 06:16 am
yay its not raining.. yet! Wed, Nov. 19th, 2008, 12:59 am
I am 32
Journal 20081119 0100 How come my dreams didn't come true? was I unrealistic? To want someone I loved, to marry them, to raise our child, to not be alone? have I not led a good life, which is basically all I have ever tried to do? Will my dreams in this regard remain as distant and unlikely as those I had as a child of being a rockstar? An actor? A rich tycoon? I really thought that dreams of an average, good, loving family was more attainable than almost anything else I have ever dreamed of. And it became my most important dream. And I have failed. I am 32. I am a single dad whose ex fiancee became a junkie and ran off with another guy and who knows where she is. I still love her but never want to see her or hear from her again. I feel so utterly alone. So much responsibility... Another human life even. And the only time my 'friends' ever call me anymore is if they need something like their stereo or an antenna fixed. Nobody asks 'hey joe, what are you doing tonight? Want to watch a movie or have coffee and catch up?' fuck. watching paint dry with a good friend sounds entertaining to me in contrast to this perpetual and unlikely to change isolate. I guess when my son goes to college in 17 years I may be able to hang out with friends occasionally again. Maybe even meet people. Today I am 32. At that time I will be 49. Bottoms up. Happy fucking birthday to me. -jre
Wed, Oct. 22nd, 2008, 10:16 pm
08.10.22
Jason Kott on bass. Makes me really want to do more with music than I will now ever EVER be able to do. I haven't even been able to play music with the band I am supposedly in for over five weeks. This guy is amazing. He plays a seven-string bass utilizing several effect pedals giving him amp sounds, other instruments such as flute, drums, and all manner of effects. He uses a multitrack looper to lay down bass, drums, rhythm, lead, and then adds live accompaniment as he sings. Mostly highly-customized covers, sure, but his musicianship brilliance is so uplifting that, since I am a musician, depresses me endlessly as I know there will never ever be a day when I would ever be this talented. I am completely speechless and although I am sick of the public, the bar scene, tramps and whores and drunks, am completely enthralled with his playing and am not able to depart. -jre 
Fri, Nov. 23rd, 2007, 01:01 pm
damn it.
every time i feel like FINALLY updating my blogs boycat.org or erlewein.com, they seem to have been broken for days and nobody has bothered to tell me. so i fucking give up. i don't have time to do my '06 taxes, or take a shit comfortably, let alone fix some stupid web server BS. so welcome me home, livejournal. I guess I'm moving back to stay. I don't have time to bother with anything else even though it's way better, cheaper, and doesn't look like shit. -jre
Ok, well, that last entry was interesting. It wasn't intentional. In fact, it's just plain goofy. So, I'm using CenterICQ now for most of my Instant Messaging needs, including "LJ Talk" which is yet another bastardized version of Jabber. I see that a friend removed me from their contact list, so I messaged them with "wtf " -- only instead of going to her, it went... SURPRISE -- to my livejournal as a public post. unbeknownst to me!
so I'm slowly developing a hatred for CenterICQ -- so does anyone else know of any decent text-based multi-protocol IM clients? naim/nicq is what I used to use, and I saw that CenterICQ supported more protocols (i can't get MSN to work, and get a core dump when I try to connect on it, but... whatever) and have been trying it out...
comments?
Oh, and sorry for posting here. I just wanted to apologize for the last post (below) and explain it, since I don't like deleting posts.
I'm more apt to post to boycat.org if you didn't already know. :)
-jre
Thu, Aug. 23rd, 2007, 06:58 pm
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