elanya

First off... I'm suddenly not entirely sure where my interview is tomorrow. I'm not sure which location. I dropped my resume off at one place, but I think it was the other location that was hiring (according to the job bank), so I'm not sure any more :o I'll call tomorrow and find out for sure, I guess :o

Now, on to the quotes.

This first one is short, so I'll just let it stand out here in the open. It is from Foucault's Pendulum. It makes me think of the darker side of Changeling:

"Better reality than a dream. If something is real, then it's real and you're not to blame."

As a side note, I am really likit FP, even though I am not far into it. I think that I am better armed than most to get into it though, because I know a bit about kabbahlism and numerology, as well as a bit about the Templars (thanks to ladysylkie!). less about the specifics of the various conspiracies, btu still enough, I think. I also wonder if Eco went to any lengths, and if the chapter number mean anything, etc. But I'm not crazy enough to bother putting any efoort into that. It would be cool, in a nutbar/obsesive kind of way if he did though :D

Onto my other quote, which is longer and therefore deserves a cut. It is also a ( song )

Okay, no one take any offence at this! ^-^

I had a dream last night that I was in England, with Mary and Ian. Only England was Canada, geographically. We were living in a house that shared some similarities with the actual house we lived in in real England (69 Hands road! Best address ever ^-^), only it was owned by this old couple, who also lived there.

For some reason, we had been out, on a trip or something, for a while(weeks). And I'm *guessing* there was some kind of disagreement with the old couple. Because Ian killed the old guy :o I don't remember how or why. But then we were sneaking around the house, so we wouldn't get caught (?). Mary picked up a big brick and put it in a pillowcase as a makeshift weapon. She met up with the old woman ( or maybe this was the old man? It is all a bit hazy now :o), and tried to kill him by beating him over the head with some crazy brick-in pillowcase action. Only Mary wasn't strong enough and the victim was fighting back! So Ian (or, maybe it was me? Or maybe I was 'being' Ian?) had to step in and strangle them to death.

We then realized we would have to flee, but I thought this while thing was pretty stupid as clearly there was no way we could get away with it. There was no direct evidence that we were involved (I think Mary wiped the house down of fingerprints), but there was enough coincidences to make the cops suspicious. (I also remember thinking that since we all lived at/often frequented that house, it wouldn't matter if our fingerprints were around). I thought it would look suspicious if we left, and I was debating what to do. There was no way that I could leave the country, because surely the cops would be able to track my location down once I was on their suspect list.

I remember we did flee, using the tractor in the barn and taking off over some newly planted fields. There was something about a chain too, but I don't remember exactly.

Switch to the next part. I (whoever 'I' was at that point) had decided to stick around town and being unobtrusive, presumably hoping that I could hide in plain sight. This next scene is set somewhere very very odd, that being a flamingly gay laundromat. All the patrons were flaming homos. And for some reason, they all had wet hair, that they were combing back (maybe they had been getting *in* the washing machines?). They were all joking with each other and whatnot, making amusingly crude comments and etc. I remember one guy in particular wearing very short shorts and a hot pink muscle shirt. o_O

Anyway, I was now a man, for the rest of the dream, as I recall it. I don't kow if I was gay or not. I had been brought to this place to torture some information out of me. Some guy (a detective or a PI) had brought me here, trussed me up, and left me in a washing machine (with soapy water) for some period of time that might have been a day or a week, hoping that I would spill the beans about this murder case. I had a signet ring that was somehow linked to it. I guess I caved eventually. I remember him hauling me out of the machine after some indistinct dream conversation. The next things I remember is that we were in the barn, and some of the Buffy characters were there (or possibly, Scooby Doo characters. Or both.) We somehow figured out that there had been a tractor in this barn that the murderes (I mean 'we' ;) had used to flee. I had tried telling the cop guy (or Man in Gray, whoever he was) that I didn't really know where M&I had gone. I was still screwed, legally, because I was in on the murder conspiracy, even though I hadn't killed anyone. I think I might have been promised a lighter sentence for assiting with the investigation, but I didn't know much and wasn't sharing what I did know.

Anyway, the scoobies figured out the tractor thing. We wandered out into the field... Here my ring became important. I remember having a weird fight with either Willow or Velma (or a strange combination of the two) which involved some wrestling and smashing our rings together in some sort of dominance struggle. I don't remember who won, but they found the tractor track from the original post-crime flight. And I don't remember any details after that.

There are some pother scenbes that I remember from the early part, but they make so little coherent sense that I don't knwo how to fit them into this narrative. For a while, I remember thnking, we could just live in the upstairs, and pretend we didn't know about the corpses, but that obviously wouldn't have worked for very long. I also remember a staircase that went up to a tiny little door...

So, yeah. Very odd. Gotta go for my interview, later all :o

I saw an autombot today, driving around town. It was a mint-green toyota tercel. Well, it had an autobot decal, so it *had* to be an autobot, right?

I saw said robot-in-disguise on my way back from my interview. It went swimmingly! caner we say 'hired on the spot'? ;D I can. Oooh, yes. It seems like it will be a pretty good place to worke, too. We get to share tips too, which is nice. Gord(on) seems pretty relaxed, and says he tries to keep his kitchen that way as much as possible. Looks promising, and at 7.25/hr, I'm not inclined to complain too much anyway :D I go in Monday for orientation. I guss I should call Liberty and let them know I'm not going to be at the BBQ place. Oh, for shame.

I have been thinking about what I want to do, as far aas archaeology job stuffs go. I've realized that I'm not really in any rush. I want to get started on getting my driver's licence... That's my next priority, along with paying off more of my various debts (as opposed to just paying off interest like I'm doing now). This current job will let me get started on both those things, and then I can look more seriously into archaeology stuff. And if Joel goes to Japan next year, I'll even be free to move around to where the jobs are, instead of being confined to looking locally. I suppose I could look into going to Japan with him, but I don't really think that is going to be a viable option in the long run. I'm too indebted as it is.