August 28th, 2003

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Junk food review

- New Garlic & Butter Ritz Crackers do an amazing job of tasting nothing whatsoever like garlic or butter. They're not bad, really -- they taste exactly like regular Ritz Crackers, which are pleasant enough. They just don't have any discernable garlic or butter overtones. Or undertones. Or tones.

- Vanilla Pepsi, in both the regular and diet permutations, must be judged a colossal failure. Oily, cloying and with an extremely artificial interpretation of vanilla (and altogether too much of it), it has the further hindrance of being way too sweet, as is typical for Pepsi products. Pepsi has done to vanilla what Coke did to lemon.

- This week's Roach Coach Fundamental Food (TM) is: SLOPPY JOE. The verdict -- not bad, actually. Lacking the dryness, congealment factor, and general one-week-past-its-sell-by-date quality of most roach coach food, the sloppy joe is tasty, flavorful and simple, has no blatant flaws, and, while I'm sure it's bad for you, doesn't really seem like it's bad for you. Big drawback: too much bun.
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Warning! Dream entry! Boring!

I had a very productive night last night. Wrote a decent log entry, caught up on some e-mail correspondence, finished a freelance assignment, and finally got some solid work done on the crappy novel after weeks of slacking.

Then I went to sleep, and the real fun began.

I had a dream that would make a multi-million-dollar screenplay for a movie, if I ever bothered to write it, which I probably won't.

I'm not going to bore you with too many details, but basically, it was about a very wierd, hi-tech afterlife, consisting of futuristic ships and machines of unknown origin, floating through and endless cloudy sky. When you died, you would be reincarnated as a normal person who lived and worked on these machines -- unless you were judged to be the living embodiment of a particular ideal, value, quality, skill or aspect of being. If this was the case, you were offered the choice of either joining a band of heroes who protected the citizens of the afterlife, or returning to the nonexistence of death. However, a number of reincarnated ideals formed a resistance, with the goal of overthrowing the protectors and enslaving the citizens. It was all extremely cinematic (down to cameo appearances by Joe Pantoliano, Jack Nicholson and Khrystyne Hajj), extremely surreal and involved, with an element of Philip K. Dick-style existentialist sci-fi and lots of cool moral conflict.

Now, I have had these extremely cinematic dreams before. In fact, I get some of my best ideas in dreams; a good chunk of my fiction writing -- scenarios, titles, characters, even bits of dialogue -- comes to me in dreams. I assume this is because dreams are the brain's way of organizing and sorting out free-floating data, or some shit like that (this could be pure bullshit, since I know next to nothing about the science of dreams and have been ruined by too much Freud); at any rate, it's possible that my waking mind has ideas that escape my attention because, when awake, I am constantly distracted by the moment-to-moment business of life. When asleep, however, I'm able to focus exclusively on the ideas my brain coughs up. (Of course, this has its own drawbacks -- the greatest one being that, once I wake up, I immediately begin to forget them, and if I don't write them down right then, they're generally gone forever, no matter how vivid or lucid they were.) At any rate, detailed, complex cinematic dreams are nothing new to me. I've been having them for 20 years or more.

But the thing that kind of annoys me is, I'm never in them. As usual, last night's dream, as with all the really good, creative, fascinating dreams I've ever had, did not feature me as a character. Every interesting, lucid, cinematic/structured narrative dream I've ever had, I am nowhere to be found as an actor, a participant, or even an active observer. The dreams I'm not in, where I'm just watching the movie play on the internal screen, are invariably interesting, exciting and compelling; the ones I AM in are just as unswervingly dull, pointless or nonsensical. When I dream about myself, it's sometimes frightening, sometimes disturbing, but usually just boring. Only when I'm gone do things get interesting.

This probably says something about me, or at least about my perception of myself, but I'd rather not think about what it is.
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Pick 'em!

The retro-Legion of Superheroes have done good work, but now it's time for them to retire. Yes, the month is almost out, and it's time once again to pick a new icon set for September. And once again, I rely on you, my faithful readerhood, to do it!

Here are the choices:

1. French postmodernist philosophers and literary theorists
2. Hard rock superstars of the 1970s
3. Photographs of fabulous celebrities 'not at their best'
4. Hong Kong action movie stars
5. More forgotten breakfast cereal mascots
6. White Sox players of the recent and distant past
7. Detourned photographs of porn stars

Remember, anything that doesn't win will show up again. So...GO!

Poll #173618 New icon set!

What icon set should I use next?

Frog philosophers
'70s cock rockers
Embarrassing celebrity photos
Graduates of Kung Fu U.
More goddamn cereal
Ugly Sox
Porn, porn and more porn
Who are you again?
Whoring for comments again, eh, fat boy?
There's probably something I care about less than this, but I don't know what it is