Robot Dreams

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I had this dream that humans lived on the moon in one dome, and robots lived in another dome.  Neither could survive in the others dome, and they largely ignored each other.  Viewed from afar it had that eerie space quality, both dark and bright all at the same time.  The domes almost glowed against the gray moon landscape.  They were so close to each other they almost touched.

On this particular day it was the robot leader’s birthday.  Even though they ignored each other, it was customary to send a present to other dome.  There was no way to automatically send a present over to the other dome, so whomever (or whatever in the case of a robot) had to dress up in a special suit to survive in the other’s, horrible inhospitable dome.

I was the human sent to the robot dome with his present.  It was a typical bubble helmet suit.  The walk to the robot dome was quick, taking only a few seconds.  It was more walking across the street than to some other environment entirely.  Surprisingly, once in the dome, it looked exactly like the human dome.  I walked around the halls and rooms of the robot dome looking for something, anything to give this present to so I could go home.  But I found no one.  It was completely empty.

….. and that’s where I woke up.

It was weird.

Tired.. and its Monday

07172012AJCThe title pretty sums it up.

And I’m sniffly for some reason… feels like allergy sniffly as opposed to sick sniffly.

But the weekend was pretty much a bust.  We missed both midnight showings (but did watch Sharknado…. awesome).  I didn’t get my long bike ride in (although Sam and I went on a nice short bike ride Saturday) and my sleep on Sunday was pretty bad thanks to a crazy (probably schizophrenic) neighbor in my apartment building was talking and screaming to himself for a good 12 hours yesterday from before the sun came up until early evening about god, the devil stealing people’s souls and how ‘gays had to die.’

I will be complaining to the leasing office this afternoon after work.

Anyways…. off to work.  I feel… outside of things right now.  Maybe because I’m tired.

It’s the old joke…

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about weathermen being able to be wrong so often by so much.

Yesterday I was waiting for a break in the rain to go biking.  Around 3 the rain stopped outside my apartment, and I checked different weather forecasts (mostly Weather.com and Wunderground.com) to see if it’d hold off long enough to get a bike ride in.

Weather.com gave a 0% chance of rain from 3pm – 4pm, 5% chance of rain from 4pm to 5pm and a 20% chance of rain from 5pm to 6pm, and increasing chance of rain past that.  Wunderground was higher than that, giving a 20% chance of rain until 5pm, when it jumped up considerable to around 60% chance of rain.

However both radar and future radar showed the clouds clearing up and no rain.  I took it as a good sign that this was the best chance I’d get, and maybe I could get in 30 – 40 miles of biking in.

About a half mile in it started sprinkling.  No big deal.  Around the first mile marker it turned to downpour, and continued until I decided to cut my ride short around mile 12 and turn around.  Thankfully it let up for the ride home.

Wait.

 

No.

That’s a lie.  It seemed to pour harder the whole way home.  That pelting rain that lets you feel every drop.  That’s the rain that was going on while I was biking.

And thus… I hate the weatherman.  All of them.

But that’s just based on my personal experiences.

Dragon Ball Z

VegetaI have a weird urge to watch Dragon Ball Z.  I’m not sure where it came from, but thankfully there are a bajillion episodes of Dragon Ball Z on Hulu I can watch to fill the urge.

It just reminds me of college, when we actually watched Dragon Ball Z.  Hell, if the stories of my life are to be believed Pat and I are only such good friends now because of Dragon Ball Z and its ability to sell the belief that you become better friends through fighting.  But that’s a story I can save for the Best Man Speech at his wedding.

For now I can secretly watch and episode or two after Sam goes to sleep and hide my shame.  And, like my mind told me before I watched a single episode, it’s really not a great show.  But its good in that stupid guilty pleasure sort of way.