for anyone reading this in the north east or east coast-- there is now an NYC SG dinner planned for september 21st, in the east village. See the "SG NY Curry Mayhem 9/21/02" thread in the SG Army board for details... be sure to read until the end, as the venue stated at the beginning may very well change...
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i've had a great idea for a TV show!
a small camera crew will film me trying to cook dinner for myself in my kitchen. that's it. millions will tune in every week to watch me set grilled cheese sandwiches on fire, extinguish exploding microwave ovens, open an artery while trying to cut a fish fillet in half, sustain head injuries as crockery falls from my cupboard while i am trying to find the peppermill, douse myself with a pot of boiling water while trying to give the cat a treat so he will leave me alone for a few moments... I will be heralded as the greatest american comedian since the marx brothers or buster keaton. and noone will ever believe that all i was really trying to do was make a simple meal...
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ok, the last three nights in a row i've had the same dream. that never happens to me. it was sort of an unnerving dream, just creepy... not as terrible as the dream that stopped me from keeping a dreamjournal a few years ago, but it was just... sorta sick. don't know if i can convey the sick feeling that it gave me, but here is what i remember...
i was giving blood (an activity that i have no problem at all with-- in fact, i sorta enjoy it). but in this instance the facility in which the blood was being taken was an RV or winnebago parked outside the riteaid up the street from my apartment (i do not think the riteaid pharmacy had anything to do with this dream... that's just a convenient parking space for large vehicles in my neighborhood). i was lying back on a table, and for some reason the blood was being drawn from either my lips or mouth... and the phlebotomist was violently PUMPING the needle back and forth (like a liposuction). the needles being used were connected to long clear plastic tubes, that ran out the door of the vehicle and cluttered the sidewalk in front of the riteaid. there were HUNDREDS of similar tubes there. and each tube then branched off into two smaller tubes, one of which (i assume, but do not know) eventually connected to some containment device to collect the blood? the other tube was free and open ended, and half of the blood being collected was just spurting out onto the sidewalk, and there were hundreds of tubes writhing around, spitting blood, like unattended high-pressure garden hoses... and i remember leaving the van and walking down the block, trying not to step on the blood-spurting tubing, and noting that amongst all of the congealed blood there was a weathered, deep iron/rust colored stain to so much of the pavement, as if this had been going on for years...
sleep well, kiddies!
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i've had a great idea for a TV show!
a small camera crew will film me trying to cook dinner for myself in my kitchen. that's it. millions will tune in every week to watch me set grilled cheese sandwiches on fire, extinguish exploding microwave ovens, open an artery while trying to cut a fish fillet in half, sustain head injuries as crockery falls from my cupboard while i am trying to find the peppermill, douse myself with a pot of boiling water while trying to give the cat a treat so he will leave me alone for a few moments... I will be heralded as the greatest american comedian since the marx brothers or buster keaton. and noone will ever believe that all i was really trying to do was make a simple meal...
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ok, the last three nights in a row i've had the same dream. that never happens to me. it was sort of an unnerving dream, just creepy... not as terrible as the dream that stopped me from keeping a dreamjournal a few years ago, but it was just... sorta sick. don't know if i can convey the sick feeling that it gave me, but here is what i remember...
i was giving blood (an activity that i have no problem at all with-- in fact, i sorta enjoy it). but in this instance the facility in which the blood was being taken was an RV or winnebago parked outside the riteaid up the street from my apartment (i do not think the riteaid pharmacy had anything to do with this dream... that's just a convenient parking space for large vehicles in my neighborhood). i was lying back on a table, and for some reason the blood was being drawn from either my lips or mouth... and the phlebotomist was violently PUMPING the needle back and forth (like a liposuction). the needles being used were connected to long clear plastic tubes, that ran out the door of the vehicle and cluttered the sidewalk in front of the riteaid. there were HUNDREDS of similar tubes there. and each tube then branched off into two smaller tubes, one of which (i assume, but do not know) eventually connected to some containment device to collect the blood? the other tube was free and open ended, and half of the blood being collected was just spurting out onto the sidewalk, and there were hundreds of tubes writhing around, spitting blood, like unattended high-pressure garden hoses... and i remember leaving the van and walking down the block, trying not to step on the blood-spurting tubing, and noting that amongst all of the congealed blood there was a weathered, deep iron/rust colored stain to so much of the pavement, as if this had been going on for years...
sleep well, kiddies!
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and i'm not a communications/sociology major,
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