the further adventures of

Mike Pirnat

a leaf on the wind

A Small Note of Miscellaneous Things

Haven't posted in a while--been busy chasing after the kittens, taking photos, and trying to sleep while they play on us at all hours of the night. Oh, yes, and there's that silly work thing too. The good news is that I had a Day Without Meetings yesterday; coupled with an extreme case of Just-One-More-Thing-itis, it means that I got a lot of stuff done yesterday. So, hopefully there is time for new kitten photos to be posted today.

Gave myself a lovely great cut on the tip of my left middle finger last night whilst cleaning cheese leftovers off of a sharper-than-expected knife. Got the bleeding stopped within a couple minutes, and I can tell that, three bandages later, that it's starting to get a bit better, but it's still a bit scary looking. Hopefully there will be no need for stitches.

For those with iTunes and large music collections, you may find Smart Playlists.com to be of some not insignificant interest.

Liz and I slept horribly last night, but that is largely due to our own silliness. Kaufman's was running a huge sale on down comforters, and Liz has been wanting a down comforter for years, and both of us agree that, given the current kitten situation, a bed covering without any sentimental value is a Smart Idea... Thus, a down comforter and cover set was acquired for a ridiculously reasonable sum, prepped, and placed onto the bed to be used last night. Of course, neither of us paid a whit of attention to the unseasonably warm weather, so by three o'clock in the morning, when the house still hadn't cooled past 70 degrees, we in our flannel sheets and flannel PJ's were sweaty little piggies. I spent the next few hours being awake for 20 minutes, asleep for 30-45, awake for 20 minutes, asleep again, and so on. Miserable.

The sleep experience was not helped by the fact that I had one of my trademark Red Wine Dreams, and this one was just as bizarre as most. Liz and I were visiting Canada, and working on a farm to help pay for the fancy dinner we were going to later that night. I was going to watch my Star Wars DVD's, and the generous farmer let me use his DVD player to preview them. I was aghast to find this beloved film 100% replaced by CG animation, and the cast were all Lego minifigs. At chapter breaks, the movie was interrupted by dumb Spongebob Squarepants games that were not skippable, and there was voiceover narration throughout. This upset me greatly, and we immediately left the farm, swearing about how Lucas had completely raped my childhood. We were on our way into town when I realized that I had left some things back at the farm; when I returned to the farm and was unable to locate my lost items, the farmer consoled me by taking me inside to visit his well-stocked comic book store.

I'm still not sure what it all means, but I'm bloody glad that I woke up at that point.

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Whoa. Sleep.

Well. I've spent most of the past forty-eight hours asleep, and now it's bedtime again. Damn, I need to do that more often!

I had some really bizarre dreams, and watched some amazingly awful television, but I don't much want to talk about either subject, especially given the tendency of the latter to leak into the former.

I have to go to work tomorrow, and then I'm on vacation Friday and Monday. I guess I should thank the guy who's walking around our office with untreated bronchitis....

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Creepy Dreams

Had two weird dreams last night/this morning.

The first had something to do with nuclear war -- or rather some surreal electric-blue vapor dreamlike equivalent -- and had me bolt upright at 4:30 screaming. I don't remember it too well now, which is probably a good thing.

The second was just weird and annoying. I was sitting at an outdoor cafe with a large group of friends. We were all having barbeque beef sandwiches that were adequately tasty. There were two or three people from WCPN (local NPR station) who were going to be giving away prizes for people in the audience who could answer trivia questions. Except, instead of asking anybody any questions, they just kept telling us all to call their phone number and give them money. Sometimes they would stop to tell us about what was happening in the world, or about how different kinds of insects accomplish various kinds of sound-making. People started yelling at them to ask the questions, so that we could get prizes, since wasn't that ostensibly why they had come to the street cafe? But the radio people ignored our demands and instead kept telling us that they needed just a few more calls, which we thought was really dumb because there weren't any phones around. Finally we all started leaving and went to a place across the street that had phones, where we called the radio people and told them that they were stupid good-for-nothings.

The moral of that story is you should not listen to NPR in your sleep, especially when it's pledge drive season.

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Ugh

Somewhere between Liz getting up to work out and me waking up to babysit a code move, I had an awful nightmare about mandatory workplace morale-building exercises that turned into something out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Bleah. What a great way to spend my last half hour of sleep this morning...

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