February 22nd, 2008

monkey pirate

Elevator Ride, starring...

This morning on the way up from the parking garage, I rode in the elevator with Willam DaFoe. I'm not really star-struck like a lot of folks, but c'mon, not only was he Jesus, but he was the Green Goblin, too!
And he was almost manically friendly, too.
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Variable Salmon

I keep getting these random messages from "sanctified salmon", "magical salmon" and so forth. Basically, "Adjective salmon" - but always salmon. Particularly weird was the fact that Adjective Salmon always said, "so why did you message me?"
Once this happened a third time, I saw a trend, and assumed it was not some random stalker messing with me head. Though maybe it is. (Brian, curse you!) But no, I did some research and found out it's a program called "the Great Hatsby" which originally started with a message being sent to two recipients, both of whom perceived the other as "Adjective Salmon" - saying, "I say old thing, have you seen my hat?" It just scrapes livejournal for recently updated journals, and then throws any two AIM screen-names into this conversation together.

That's far more random than the very boring "hi" that I got. Still, after realizing what was going on, I can't help but appreciate the beauty of this "spam". Really what it does is get two strangers talking, and probably reacting to something incredibly random - like being asked about one's hat. What follows is identity confusion, the sense that perhaps you aren't really you at all, and then a less-sure feeling that the world works quite exactly how you thought it did. I approve of this, basically, and think this sort of harmless GONK-inducing prank is a fine, fine thing.

By the way. Have you seen my hat, old thing? Really, I think I must have left at your place after the cotillion.
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Video Games Fridays!

Friday night - I've got a kickass video game, some delicious brussels sprouts (shut up, they're amazing) and a mojito. This makes me ridiculously content with the world. I had a dream last night where my ex (Which one,  irrelevant, but she's probably reading this...) was pregnant, and we decided to raise the sproggin together. I was very excited to meet my new kidlet. She decided, however, on the day she was due, to go see a parade. Why? I dunno, she's just...odd like that. And of course I got lost, and so the dream was about me finding my way back to where I needed to be to meet my new son/daughter.

But something tells me that, should such a thing ever come to pass... peaceful Friday  nights with video games are pretty much a thing of the past. I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

P.S. Sugar-free apple-pie ala-mode puddin'. Science has given us this glory. Life is good.
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