Mortaine’s Blog

I am watching the first episode of Futurama (”Space Pilot 3000″).

If you’ve seen all of Futurama, you know the episode “The Why of Fry,” from Season Five, in which the Nibblonian civilisation sets up Fry to act as their conduit for defeating the evil brains.

In “Space Pilot 3000,” Nibbler’s shadow can be seen very clearly against the floor in the half second after Fry falls into the cryogenics tube.

In the first episode they ever made.

Whoa.

For the first time in my life, I sleepwalked last night. Not far or for very long, but I was definitely asleep when I walked into the dresser.

And I dreamed I was in a lethal-stakes spelling bee judged by a really evil nurse-like person. Anyone who got the word wrong had to eat cyanide. I befriended all the other contestants, and was fairly confident that they would share the portions with me, so none of us would die, but when it finally came down to it, I shoved the cyanide-laced cheese into the evil nurse’s mouth and into her dog’s mouth (there were three pieces of cheese– when confronted with the third, I chose to feed it to her instead of her dog). And she was all bitchy and stuff, and I demanded to know what else was poisoned, and she started listing off the artificial ingredients in the other foods. I shouted “That’s it? I killed you over a nutrition lesson?” [BTW the word I got wrong was "key infection"] And I shoved my hand down her dog’s mouth to get the cheese out so at least the dog wouldn’t die.

In case you couldn’t tell, this all means that I am Still Sick. Not sure what I’m going to do about it, though. I don’t have a lot of confidence that the doctors can do much, now that I’m past the critical stage of near-dehydration.