jaune_chat: My cat Timothy, a cream-and-tan mackrel tabby (Going Mad Feels Like)
I just had a weird dream. I can't quite recall if in the dream I was fully participating with everything or if I was watching a TV show about it. But I recall the following things:

There was a long tracking shot around a busy office (the kind of long, continuous tracking shot you get when a director is being clever, hence why the TV show thing springs to mind). Around the office were the following things: Alton Brown and Ellen DeGenres playing D&D together at a cocktail party, a couple guys from some show that were being sent to the courthouse for some legal thing, a female intern/office runner that was sent with them, and I think someone, possibly the guys going to the courthouse, might have been in swim trunks.

I think that most of the people from the office, plus me, were then supposed to all go somewhere. I believe it may have been a submarine?

Then there was a chase up and down a long downtown city block, which I vaguely recognized as a cross between my hometown and Chicago. There were two versions of this chase, which both ended in the same way. I was trying to get past a co-worker of mine (and somehow simultaneously pack items to go with my on the journey I was going to take once I got past him). Someone else (a female and blonde) was walking on a ledge above my head and jumped down to save me/distract this co-worker.

Then the co-worker rushed my savior with a cartoonishly big axe (even in the dream I realized how ludicrously outsized it was) and cut down, severing some big cable. This has the effect of destabilizing a heavy slab that had been suspected over the street, which falls and slides. In one version of the dream, he cuts the cable and then it jumps to the aftermath, where the slab had gone down the street away from us. In the other version, the slab goes towards my co-worker and squashes him (but I and my savior are fine).

Oh, and at some point at running from my crazy co-worker I remember going by an old, beat-up cookie stand/store that was set up like one might be in a sports arena, but along the street. I distinctly remember that they sold chocolate chip cookies and that their oven was broken. They had a sign up that said the oven only got to 165 degrees F when it was supposed to be "hot" and 336 degrees when it was supposed to be super-hot or something. And they were trying to raise money for a new oven.

Brain, WTF? Alton Brown and Ellen DeGenres playing D&D together at a cocktail party?
jaune_chat: My cat Timothy, a cream-and-tan mackrel tabby (Don't Bend)
Ok, so here's an odd thing about me. Despite being born in 1980, I did not have a video game console growing up. Never played Nintendo or Sega or anything. I enjoyed watching other people play video games or computer games, but I was never good at them myself, mostly due to a severe lack of practice and an unwillingness to be whumped repeatedly by anyone I knew that had video games (barring a few Duke Nukem and Heretic deathmatches between my dad, sister, and I on my dad's office network after hours. I usually lost, badly).

So I never learned how to play until I was in college, my senior year. 2003. The game I cut my teeth on was Super Smash Bros. Melee for Gamecube. This is essentially all the Nintendo characters in a single third-person brawl on sets from any number of the games they've put out. So you could play Mario versus Link on a level of Metroid. And it can be done as a four-player melee. Needless to say, that's a really freaking steep learning curve for a virtual video game virgin, but as all my roommates played, I learned (though many diligent hours of dedicated practice on solo runs), and it was a blast.

Even now I only own four video games (Smash Bros., SSX 3, Mario Kart Double Dash, and Kirby Airride), and have no real desire to go find more. And I'm still using a Gamecube. Yes, I'm dreadfully behind the times. Shut up.

So the four games I know, I know really damn well. One of them is a game called SSX3, which is a snowboarding game. You race down a course or do tricks, gain points and money, improve your character, buy stuff, and do various challenges. Each of the 9 or so characters is unique and fun, and they all have a distinct style and say a wide variety of things. Heck, you could write fanfic about that game. (Which I've actually considered doing.)

But I don't play SSX3 that often. As a matter of fact, I probably hadn't played it in almost a year before I busted it out last week for some fun. So I was suitably surprised when I had a very detailed dream about it.

In SSX3, there are three levels of play, each one harder than the last. You have Peak 1, 2, and 3. That's it. Once you conquer Peak 3 and have done all the challenges, that's basically the game. But in my dream, suddenly I realize there's another level! I can use the prize money I've won from the first three Peaks to buy some snowmobiles (lolwut? This is a snowboarding game) and then I'm transported to South Africa (it's known for it's skiing, right? Wtf, brain?) to compete for the gold. I'm playing the character Zoe Payne, and the very first qualifying race is inside a hotel. The original game is kinda bonkers, and one race does take place on the city streets, but in my dream I have Zoe flying down the slopes, which are actually the snow-covered stairs of the hotel, doing more falling than actual boarding, because it's so steep. She's basically sliding a little bit and then hopping the railing and falling down to another level over and over again. And people are coming out of their rooms on every other landing, so she has to dodge them as she boards.

When she finally gets to the finish line (in the hotel lobby, which is covered in snow, natch) she's roundly cheered by several others of the SSX crew who also finished. But it wasn't all of them, because the race was really dangerous and some racers didn't make it. Some really big-shot Japanese racer named Nikodashi was supposed to be the big frontrunner, but he got hurt, and everyone was really impressed that Zoe finished and qualified, even though they were all still her rivals. And BTW, there is no character named Nikodashi in the SSX3 game.

Uh... sure thing, brain. What are you on and why aren't you sharing?
jaune_chat: My cat Timothy, a cream-and-tan mackrel tabby (Been Lovely But Have To Scream)
Another short list of random songs that have been playing through my head in the last couple of days.

Rollin' by Limp Bizkit

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benetar

Castle On A Cloud sung by Cosette from Les Miserables

Peter And The Wolf - which I haven't heard probably since elementary school. Elementary school, brain. That's the late 80s.

Oh, brain, what tangled webs you weave!
jaune_chat: My cat Timothy, a cream-and-tan mackrel tabby (Gone To Gutter BBL)
So, most of y'all know I work at a factory. The following is an excerpt of a completely legitimate, work-related conversation I had with a male co-worker the other day.

"Ram your pole down on this tail so I can slide the head through."

Oh yeah. I went there. :D

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In other news, I still have a very strange selection of songs that run through my head at unpredictable intervals. Over the past few days, these have made an appearance in my mental soundtrack:

Jesus Christ Superstar (the title song from the musical of the same name, which I haven't listened to in probably eight or ten years)

The Slinky Song ("It's Slinky, it's Slinky...")

Let's Go Fly A Kite from Mary Poppins

One Tin Soldier

Oh brain, you are so strange...
jaune_chat: My cat Timothy, a cream-and-tan mackrel tabby (Procrastinate)
So, on Monday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

Then I realize I must go to the courthouse to do some paperwork for Mr. Chat's impending residence visa renewal right after work. Afterwards, I surf the I Can Has Cheezburger network for an hour, have dinner and watch the newest episode of Top Gear with Mr. Chat. Then we go to bed.

On Tuesday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

Then I realize I have to mow my lawn right after work, take out the garbage for the next day. Afterwards, I check my e-mail, have dinner, and watch Sunday's episode of Leverage with Mr. Chat. Then we go to bed.

On Wednesday, I think I should do some writing for the many projects I have lined up.

In an attempt to make the most of my time at work (in a warehouse) I think I should spend the time that I do mindless things like pulling parts to process in working out how the dialogue should go.

Then my brain says, "Let's run the lyrics to the Fried Ham song through here ten times in a row."
"Uh, no," says I, "I have angsty dialogue to work on!"
"Nope, we're going to have the Fried Ham song and dance hour in here."
"Damn it, brain, I at least have to do something towards my projects."
"Fried ham, fried ham, cheese and baloney, and afterwards we'll have macaroni, and pickles and pretzels, and then we'll have some more fried ham! friedhamfriedham."
"Yes, that was fun, I'll grant you, but I really want to know exactly how this conversation would go-."
"Fried ham, fried ham..."
"Oh God."

*some time later*

"Are we done with the Fried Ham song?"
"Yup!"
"Ok, so can I work on this dialogue now?"
"Nope, now we're going to sing the Battle Hymn of the Republic! In both normal and tongue-twister verses!"
"Why the hell do I even know the Battle Hymn of the Republic?"
"And afterward, I think we're going to sing My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean in about seven different keys."
"...you suck."
"And Amazing Grace."
"!*#$&"

*more time later*

"Ok, done with camp songs and hymns?"
"Yup! But now you have to go shopping. And then you're watching the two-hour Captain Phil tribute episode of Deadliest Catch with Mr. Chat."
"Damn it, am I going to have any time to write today?"
"You have to do the session write-up from your D&D game last week."
"Yes, I know, I just did that. And that's not what I meant!"
"You know, instead of writing this LJ post about procrastinating, you could just actually write on one of your projects."
"Screw you! I'd have something to write about if you hadn't been blathering on about Fried Ham all afternoon!"
"...not my fault. Besides, you can write tomorrow."
"No, tomorrow I mow my dad's lawn. And Friday I'm running a game."
"Sucks to be you, eh?"
"Screw you and the horse you rode in on!"
"Fried ham, fried ham, cheese and baloney..."
"FML!"

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