January 15th, 2002.
Tuesday
My boss has yet to enter the office, and I'm beginning to wonder if he will at all today. Such as it is, I'm finding it difficult to focus on the meager amount of work I could be doing. It's really sort of busy-work, with no real time table as far as when it needs to be done. Just "at some point." It's low-priority.Anyway, I found it nearly impossible to get out of bed this morning. I was terribly tired, but when I got up it felt like I'd overslept. I was having NPR-induced dreams again. This time, I was on what appeared to be a pirate ship in an amusement park that eventually turned into a real pirate ship. There was a giant cage on it, and the head pirate had captured George W. Bush. It was a very heavy cage, and we were all impressed when old W. summoned all his strength and power-lifted this giant, thick cage off and escaped. By we, I mean Caryn, Nate, and myself. I don't know what it means that it was the three of us. Perhaps because we'd hung out earlier. Well, here's where it gets a little weirder- The head pirate was actually a metallic doppleganger of George W., who I guess was going to take W.'s place. I don't know why he was metallic. At this point in the dream I may have morphed into George Bush, because when the doppleganger looked at me, he seemed shocked, then scared. You know, that scared look only the most powerful man on the planet can inspire. So then I kicked his metallic ass. He had these green lenses over his eye portals, and mid-ass-kicking I said "Hey, Nate, watch this!" and I just punched him in the eye, breaking the glass, then poked him in the eyes. Then I kicked him off the ship into the water, where I'm sure he is still resting in Davy Jones' locker. It's weird how realistic it seemed. This morning, on the subway, I almost forgot it was a dream, and i was thinking "You know, if he had gotten a hold of me, I don't think I could have gotten away. Robots are strong." I was sure if he'd grabbed me he would have dragged us both into the water and that woulda been the end of me. Luckily, though, it all turned out ok. Caryn and Nate were particularly useless in the battle, by the way.
After work last night, around 11, I jumped on the R train and headed into Brooklyn to meet Caryn and Nate a Great Lakes. I had told Nate about the bartender there, Ray, and he was very interested in meeting him. So I got to play the matchmaker for Nate again. Not that I minded all that much. It's sort of fun to watch people try to interact in a fairly artificial kind of way. The first problem was to figure out how to let the bartender know Nate was "on his team." I just brought up the "Would you rather have sex with George Bush or kill George Bush" question. Ray said he would kill him. I told him Nate not only said he would have sex with him, but that he thought he was really hot. Done. Step two was to initiate regular conversation. I don't think I had much to do with that. Nate was surprisingly outgoing. Though I'd never seen him on the prowl so I don't really know how he operates. Step three: sit back and be entertained, while Nate and Ray bought me drinks. Things went all right, then after a few drinks Nate and Caryn left. I stayed to finish my drink, and Ray bought me another. Anyway, long story short, Ray is unavailable, but has lots of friends for Nate. So in a sideways manner, the night was a success, and a decent time had by all.
I really need to meet a woman.
Well, I spoke too soon. As soon as I wrote that, my boss came in and I was swamped with work. I am home now, and too tired to continue. And I must practice the guitar.
Here's something to entertain in the meantime: Another dancing video. Rodzilla made the token display of disdain for my putting the first movie up, then followed it with "The other one's funnier. You should put that one up." So here it is: http://gregchow.tripod.com/pictures/tapdance.avi
(tripod won't let me link it directly. hence the need for the copy and paste)
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