Mortaine’s Blog

I had the “honor” of wearing two stick-on nametags last night (due to going to a Weight Watchers meeting and a STC meeting).

Last night, I finally figured out how to skip around in a file on my iPod. This may not seem important, but when the iPod abruptly bumps me back to the beginning of the file, when it’s a 9-hour book (all in one file– why?), and the only method you have for fast forwarding is to press and hold the fast forward button while it skips ahead 8 seconds at a time…. well, you can see why this is frustrating. Especially when you are 7 hours into the book.

Anyway, figured it out and got back to my spot in The Autobiography of Martin Luther King, Jr.

Last night, I dreamed that I was back at UCSC with John, though I’m not entirely sure who was attending school. There was this series of dorms for long-term students. The dorm rooms had “Interdimensional meta-space” in them– not a big space, mind you, but a little one that you could use to put all of your books or whatever, and then you could have a less cluttered life. It was really cool– I spent a lot of time hopping from room to room, checking everyone’s space out (everyone’s dorm room was different). I ended up hanging out with various people, and felt guilty because I’d left John home alone, and I was still sick. So I ran across campus to get back to my room– and I was just flyin’ along when I ran into some kind of metal post that had been put across a walkway (and which detached when I hit it, though it did hurt). I was running so fast, I couldn’t stop– I couldn’t even figure out what had happened or why I had this post in my hands. Then this security guard saw me running with the post and made me stop and take it back, and I yelled at him that I was sick and it shouldn’t have been there in the first place. When I went to put it back, I couldn’t figure out how to re-attach it– but I saw this janitor/facilities guy standing in a corner watching me, and snickering, not helping.

I totally lost it and threw the post at him (which, by now, was all crumpled like paper) and screamed at him until I was completely hoarse and crying.

I headed back to the dorm, but got distracted, as Cindy Lauper was singing in the quad, and I thought how cool that she was actually just singing there, giving a free concert to the students. I kep heading to the dorm.

Then I heard this broadcast of President Bush speaking/campaigning. Just as the broadcast went to commercial break, you could hear Bush lose his cool, too, and scream at someone “How dare you! *sputter sputter* call me a murderer!” etc. He was really incensed.

Not to leave that opportunity, I went to the speech he was giving, and met John there. I ended up in a long, involved debate with the President about his various policies, resulting in me alienating the majority of the audience of his supporters. For example, he really didn’t like it when, confronted with the possibility that the Hollywood entertainment industry was backing “the other guy,” I shrugged and said “so what? I’m a lit major– you think it bothers me to have someone who knows about creator rights?” and the like. At one point, he baited me back and tried to engage me in a sound-byte argument where I would tell him what would work to get me to vote for him. I paused and said “Mr. President, that’s a very long conversation; I don’t think you want to get sidetracked here from your message, so I’m going to decline to answer.” As you can tell, in my dream, Bush was extremely agitated when we started the conversation– completely out of control. I felt very vindicated. I then met up with Holly and her father afterwards, who both cheered me for the debate. And then, I told them I was so tired and so sick, I just really needed to get to bed.

Woke up shortly after that (actually, several times during, too– damn cat), but that’s kind of the long string of dreams I had last night.

John points out that we should get out the big, corrupt CEO vote, too– after all, if Bush loses, Martha Stewart and all her buddies will get pardoned four years earlier!