I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately where I end up naked in front of people. It’s a classic dream category but it’s new for me. I can’t figure out why they have started up at this point in my life. Brains are weird.
Archive for October, 2013
I can’t eat appetizers at restaurants. They look nice and the other people seem to enjoy them but I have to take a pass. I would always wind up filling up and then can barely take a single bite of my actual meal.
I used to go to a movie theater and have a conversation with my wife while we waited for the show to start. Now we have to yell through 20 minutes of television that is 100% commercials. ON YOUR WAY HOME FROM THE THEATER BUY SOME FAST FOOD AND THEN WATCH TV.
It’s funny how you can be accustomed to the common sounds around you. When we moved to our new house suddenly everything was strange and unusual. “What was that?!” Now all those same sounds have disappeared and I don’t even notice they are there.
The way grappling devices are used in movies and cartoons always seems like a big stretch. Especially when it’s used to stop a fall from a building. Can anyone possibly have the hand strength to keep a grip on the gun when the line snaps taught?
Internet comments are a weird mixed bag. Basically anywhere that is popular and unmoderated quickly becomes a horrible mess of twisted garbage. But there are other places where the comments are the most useful part of the site.
My dog really flips out when there is a fly in the house. She chases and jumps at it. Amazingly I’ve seen her catch one out of mid air more than once.
There’s a new restaurant that we tried recently for the first time. They ran out of the chicken I wanted to get and gave us something similar and a coupon for a free meal. The second visit worked out okay and it was free! Our third visit my chicken was overcooked and dried out. So they gave me a double order of something similar and a coupon for a free meal. I sense a pattern forming.
My “back in school” dreams are starting to shift a bit. Now while I’m trying to find my locker and remember where my class is that I forgot to go to all year, I’m starting to get into a “I’m too old to be here… I should just leave.” mindset. If only the hallways would stop reconfiguring so that I could find an exit.
It’s a shame that so many of us keep skeletons in closets. They could really be productive members of society if given the chance.