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Sep. 30th, 2005 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicThis is me not going to work early. We've been so slow this week, if there is any work to be done, I'm not starting until 9am. That way I'm hopefully not done by 10:30 and have to spend the whole day trying to look busy so my coworkers won't think I'm a slacker. They sit at their desks surfing the web, too, but you can't see their computer screens unless you're in the back of their office, and mine faces out so everyone can see what I'm doing. Sometimes life just isn't fair I guess.
I had a very strange dream last night. Sometimes I was in it, and sometimes I was watching it on a movie screen. I kept going back and forth like that. Anyway, the main idea of the dream was that I was watching the fourth Harry Potter movie, but it was very little like the book. Although in this case, it was so far detached from the book that I actually was able to enjoy it. It started out with this big house - the size of a palace. And all the non-Slytherin Hogwarts kids are staying there for the summer. It overlooks a beach, and there's always and orchestra playing on the beach. There's also a quidditch field, but you start out waist-deep in water before you can kick up onto your broom. The world cup was happening, but it was Viktor's team vs. a bunch of Gryffindor first and second years, who I think won, but the focus quickly shifted from quidditch. The house was really creepy. Tons of staircases and very haunted and evil-feeling. The kids kept bringing monkeys into the house to keep as friends, but the house staff would always beat the monkeys up. (I think this comes from the combination of watching the first season of Friends last night where Ross has a monkey and also reading a lot of PETA literature). The kids hated the mansion staff and vice versa, so it was kind of like a war. Usually, I was one of them, like Harry or Hermione, but sometimes when I was "outside" of the dream, I kept asking Jeremy where the house was in the book. I was like, "Is that 12 Grimmauld Place?" but I couldn't figure it out. Then, toward the end of the dream, someone fell and hurt their leg very badly. The ambulance came, and I was watching, and the leg had to be amputated, so I watched them just saw it off. The fact that there were a bunch of wizards around was apparently no help. Then I became the one that was hurt (it definitely started out as an adult man, though). Anyway, this renowned doctor is putting on a prosthetic for me, and it really hurts. While he's doing it, he's showing me all these different typed of plywood and asking me which type of plywood was I on when I hurt myself. Then he lets me pick out a prosthetic foot. This is about where I woke up, and I was like, damn, I'm going to miss that leg. And then I realized I'd been dreaming, and it was all good.
Wasn't that weird?
With regards to the PETA stuff - I'm not really a fan of that organization. They're a little too in your face for my liking. On the other hand, I do think a lot of the things they stand for are good, and their shock literature, while seriously disturbing, can be valuable. They expose a lot of truths that people never would want to believe - which is why it's so hard to like them if you're not a vegan. All their literature is about "going vegetarian," but really they mean vegan. I've been thinking a lot lately about going vegan...it would probably not be terribly hard for me...there are a lot of good dairy substitutes, but I haven't found a substitute milk that I can live with, and I know I would miss being able to grab a slice of pizza when I'm hungry and in a hurry. I haven't had pizza in quite some time now, though...I'm not cutting that out entirely, but it's on hold for now until I can eat it again without pigging out and gaining back all the weight I've lost (I'm guessing around ten pounds in the last three weeks). Anyway, it's close to time for me to actually go to work now. Charlottesville is my next stop. If you're there, give me a call.
Peace.
I had a very strange dream last night. Sometimes I was in it, and sometimes I was watching it on a movie screen. I kept going back and forth like that. Anyway, the main idea of the dream was that I was watching the fourth Harry Potter movie, but it was very little like the book. Although in this case, it was so far detached from the book that I actually was able to enjoy it. It started out with this big house - the size of a palace. And all the non-Slytherin Hogwarts kids are staying there for the summer. It overlooks a beach, and there's always and orchestra playing on the beach. There's also a quidditch field, but you start out waist-deep in water before you can kick up onto your broom. The world cup was happening, but it was Viktor's team vs. a bunch of Gryffindor first and second years, who I think won, but the focus quickly shifted from quidditch. The house was really creepy. Tons of staircases and very haunted and evil-feeling. The kids kept bringing monkeys into the house to keep as friends, but the house staff would always beat the monkeys up. (I think this comes from the combination of watching the first season of Friends last night where Ross has a monkey and also reading a lot of PETA literature). The kids hated the mansion staff and vice versa, so it was kind of like a war. Usually, I was one of them, like Harry or Hermione, but sometimes when I was "outside" of the dream, I kept asking Jeremy where the house was in the book. I was like, "Is that 12 Grimmauld Place?" but I couldn't figure it out. Then, toward the end of the dream, someone fell and hurt their leg very badly. The ambulance came, and I was watching, and the leg had to be amputated, so I watched them just saw it off. The fact that there were a bunch of wizards around was apparently no help. Then I became the one that was hurt (it definitely started out as an adult man, though). Anyway, this renowned doctor is putting on a prosthetic for me, and it really hurts. While he's doing it, he's showing me all these different typed of plywood and asking me which type of plywood was I on when I hurt myself. Then he lets me pick out a prosthetic foot. This is about where I woke up, and I was like, damn, I'm going to miss that leg. And then I realized I'd been dreaming, and it was all good.
Wasn't that weird?
With regards to the PETA stuff - I'm not really a fan of that organization. They're a little too in your face for my liking. On the other hand, I do think a lot of the things they stand for are good, and their shock literature, while seriously disturbing, can be valuable. They expose a lot of truths that people never would want to believe - which is why it's so hard to like them if you're not a vegan. All their literature is about "going vegetarian," but really they mean vegan. I've been thinking a lot lately about going vegan...it would probably not be terribly hard for me...there are a lot of good dairy substitutes, but I haven't found a substitute milk that I can live with, and I know I would miss being able to grab a slice of pizza when I'm hungry and in a hurry. I haven't had pizza in quite some time now, though...I'm not cutting that out entirely, but it's on hold for now until I can eat it again without pigging out and gaining back all the weight I've lost (I'm guessing around ten pounds in the last three weeks). Anyway, it's close to time for me to actually go to work now. Charlottesville is my next stop. If you're there, give me a call.
Peace.
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Date: 2005-09-30 05:54 am (UTC)No prosthetic foreheads, eh?
PETA propaganda techniques remind me a lot of the dead-baby propaganda techniques. I have little respect for either.
However, I think (weird as this may sound) that PETA's underlying principles are slightly more sound than the Life&Liberty Ministries people's. Many aborted fetuses don't have significant nerve development yet (see the "vial full of embryos vs. a two-year-old" question); the same cannot be said of the animals we eat.
Yay for morning philosophizing!
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Date: 2005-09-30 10:52 am (UTC)OMG
Date: 2005-10-02 01:17 am (UTC)Also, I don't think I mentioned to you, that I had dreamed about your place about a year before I ever set foot in it. The same wall, staircase, room placement everything came flooding back to me when I walked in. So this is weird! We're like Astral soul-sisters or something!
Re: OMG
Date: 2005-10-02 04:17 am (UTC)