rock'n'roll, country, punk & metal.
bands that combine all four successfully.
design, graphic & interior.
the intersection of philosophy & sociology.
emergent gameplay, of the videogaming variety.
deep fried everything.
making lists, including this one of my life's ambitions, and these of things on my mind at the time.
i took a trip! read about it here.
evidence of my lame yuppie side on my (gasp!) house blog here.
… was inconclusive.
I’ve finally started recording my sleep using a voice activated recording app, and while I caught a little something (mostly unintelligible), the bulk of the 170 recordings from last night’s 7hr period is made up of instances of my mattress creaking uncontrollably.
This is a shame, really, because I was hoping for a gem or two from my most excellent dream in which I was Nick Offerman, fighting off gangs of 80s style drug dealers with a wide arsenal of weapons (not the least of which were my quick wits).
As a result, I think I might tune the sensitivity down (the talking that I did catch was very quiet), and for the long term, I really should consider getting a new mattress…
“Do you know what the play is about?”
“Do you have any clues?”
- [It should be pointed out that I ate a big ol' poutine at 10pm last night, and a fist sized piece of raw daikon earlier in the evening, and that this happened after I apparently rolled over and laid a noisy kiss on Andrew's shirt.]
- "It feels like you're still reading to me."
- Okay. What do you mean?
- "Well it just feels like, you know, like you're still reading to me. Does it feel like you're still reading to me?"
- "Why not?"
- Because I'm not reading to you.
- "Oh, okay."