Alan came to me in a dream
I am learning my way (which much swearing, sweating and graceless falling over) around tumblr and blogsome. On the whole I think I like wordpress more, but I cannot be bothered, as of today, to shift. As for tumblr, I am baffled - how does one put up a comic without downloading and saving it first? Also, the TED videos cannot be embedded. Also, why does google reader insist on showing deleted posts? And I have also surprised myself by having to ruthlessly quash an urge to twitter.
I have been Dreaming. My favourite - the one we shall furthermore refer to as the Raspberry Swirl Dream or RSD - was incredible. Not just because it was my first dream with Tori in but also because it had STROBE LIGHTS. (You haven’t dreamt till you’ve dreamt with a soundtrack and STROBE LIGHTS) and also I had wonderful company. RSD made a deep impression on me, quite unlike my next dream which has been reduced to a traumatic haze, the highlights being:
a) surprise Hindi exams and
b) incomplete science practical books (worth 40 marks in the exams!)
The announcement of which are accompanied by much hysteria, furtive cheating and the lying through of teeth. Incidentally this is a recurring dream, and has replaced one in which I repeatedly missed my flight/train/bus/other form of transport or left my luggage behind. That one was only solved when I finally managed to board a cruise.
However, last night was saved by the appearance of Alan Moore ( he had a long beard and looked a tad manic) with whom I took pictures and discussed very briefly:
a) writing for comics and
b) how we both loved pornocrates (which is a beautiful painting really)
I am cautiously amused by what these dreams - taken together - must say about the concerns of my unconscious mind. Also I hope tonight I Do Not Dream But Sleep Well.
In other news, I am roomsnetting at a fine pace, and F and I have plans for roomsnet domination via a money-making-monopoly. More details upon actual implementation.
Also the invites for this birthday party have gone out - and are vulgar in the extreme, suggesting as they do that people come in school uniform and leave their underwear off. I hasten to add, I have nothing whatsoever to do with this, and all complaints must be directed at Mr. Abayasekera and Mr. Selvarajah respectively. You too are welcome. Alcohol, they tell me, will flow like a river.
Whatever suggests synonyms for also - to, as well, furthermore, in addition - substitute at will.
