X-posted at INTPc.

The other night I dreamt my wife and I had found a doorway to this long corridor of other doors that led all over the world (and time too). We went through one and ended up in Illinois in this gay & lesbian bookstore (wtf?). After wandering around for a bit, we went back into the corridor, but weren't too sure which door led us back home.

There was a doorway marked "temple". Inside was this long rectangular room. About four feet from each wall were long royal blue curtains that swayed in the breeze. This made it impossible to see around the perimeter of the room once in the middle.

In the center of this room, lying on a mat, was this man with his lower half of his body swaddled in a royal blue curtain. It seems he had been in this corridor world so long he'd turned into half-animal below the waist. At midnight, it seems those that live there turn into monsterous beasts and eat anyone unlucky enough to be caught there. He was very friendly though, and a guide to anyone that traveled through. I decided to stay in this "temple" a while longer and explore the interesting artifacts in the corners (even though the shapes moving behind the curtains disturbed me).

When we came back to see him, he was gone, replaced by a wholly human woman. She'd been killed the week before and was stuck in that world and none too happy about it. She also didn't quite know where to send us but didn't care. She showed us the door in the corridor to leave (as midnight was now approaching) and we went through.

We found ourselves two years in the past and in Texas. I'd rather be eaten alive.



Next dream:

Not one dream but a series of connected ones. I kept dreaming that I woke up in bed and talked to my wife who only managed to annoy me. I then realized I couldn't be annoyed at her for real since I was still asleep. Except this kept happening. A few times another dream would interlude - once she dragged me to a Dave Matthews concert, which annoyed me again cuz I hate Dave Matthews. I then realized I was dreaming, only to dream about waking up in bed. The very last time I stood up in bed because I was so frustrated and slapped myself across the face. I couldn't feel it BECAUSE I WAS STILL ASLEEP! Finally, finally, I woke up for real and lightly slapped myself across the face.

Can't be too careful.

Fuckin' Matrix.
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(x-posted)

1) Being chased by a psycho killer. Pretty standard fare, except it kept going and going. In bedrooms, through houses, car chases, etc. And then my brain decided to show me the prequel, how exactly I met this crazy killer and how he got involved in my life. Thanks brain!

2) Excessively violent football game. It was a normal football game, except the action was at times like pro wrestling. Injuries galore, even the ref at one point was bleeding. This finally culminated in someone's foot getting ripped off during an onsides kickoff. The blood was spraying all over the field and players. Most were too busy high fiving each other to notice.

And the previous night:

Watched Hard Candy Sunday night before the Oscars.

My review of it is here.

The rest relates to a scene and a plot twist in the movie, so I will hide it for the squeamish and the to avoid spoiling any of the movie.

I was climbing Mt. Everest, ropes and all.

On the way up, I was also preparing for litigation, with a team of paralegals and attorneys. Had one meeting at a base camp.

This Everest was pretty easy, barely a hill. But dammit, prepping for trial while doing so is a hell of a high degree of difficulty!

Dreamt wife was giving birth to twins. And in the birthing room was a pregnant cat and a pregnant dog. The cat had three kittens, and the dog had five puppies. They came out BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG. I was all, "see? That's how you do it!"

I then dreamt about hosting a football bowl watching party in my old dorm room. I had to clean it and it was filthy.

She also woke me up in the middle of the night cause I was moving and talking in my sleep. But all I was dreaming about then was playing baseball (I was pitching).

I had two younger brothers, like real life. Except they were nothing like my real life brothers. The youngest was way young, and the middle was pure evil. The father (no mother in this dream) was aligned with the middle brother and decided to kill the youngest. I learned what was happening, barricaded ourselves in a bedroom and kicked out a window just before they burst through and started shooting at us. Thankfully a car in the driveway provided cover. We ran up the street, dodging bullets.

Then the dream went to a flashback before the shooting. The dad was a tyrant. At one point a cop came to investigate and the dad got rid of him by shooting him in the face.

At this point my alarm went off. I felt very depressed and strange, so I slept in some more and went into work an hour late. I don't normally have violent dreams like that. (I also went on to have a reoccurring dream from childhood, trapped in a giant complex with the Aliens from the Aliens movies hunting us down - but I kinda dig those dreams).

Last year, I loved the choice of Scarlett Johansson as Esquire's Sexiest Woman Alive.

This year?

Charlize Theron.

Meh.

They had done so well! Angelina Jolie, Jessica Biel, ScarJo...

Give me back my ScarJo!




In other news, strep sux.

Sensorish stuff I love:

BBQ. Star Wars. Eyefucking and little inside jokes and gestures only one other person knows about. Good literature. Middle-brow magazines. Cursing. Gin and tonics. Single batch scotch. Wit. Rock 'n' roll. Fall - the cool long-sleeve weather, football, leaves, Halloween. Aimless "researching" on wikipedia. Summer thunderstorms. House. Procrastinating. A truly terrifying book/movie. Knowing I made someone laugh or smile. Halo multiplayer. Electric eyes. The small of a woman's back. The neck. NYC pizza. Mister Rogers. Fountain pens. Northern Exposure. A real fire in a real fireplace while the snow falls furious and silent outside. Ceiling fans. Superman. The privacy of bathrooms. Guinness. Free wireless. Playing devil's advocate. The smell of fireworks on the 4th of July. Staying up till dawn. Buffy. Blistex Complete Moisture. Making fun of Canucks/Brits/Aussies. The Sunday paper. The transition three. Pulling my button-down shirts on/off like they have no buttons. Stealing home. Handwritten letters. INTP Central. Cuff links. "Rhapsody in Blue". Running my fingers through long hair. The sound of crashing waves on a beach. Hammocks. I got interrupted here...

I also need to convince all women to wear this:



I already hate work.

Drawing rectangles sucks.

drunkest I've been in a loooong time.

I laid on the couch downstairs and passed out.

Le wife came to see what I was up to at 4am. Evidently I kept going on and on about these "people". Mostly by mumbling. She tried to get me to go up to bed, but I instead made her lie down on top of me on the couch. She finally got up at 6am when her neck began to hurt too much.

I don't remember ANY of this.

Working from home this 3 day weekend!

Finally, getting paid OT for drinking and clicking the mouse!

Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.

-Buddha

(x-posted at INTPc)

A couple of hours ago, I decide I should start cleaning my house. Living by myself means I let a few things slide. Like the pizza box and empties sitting on the counter since last week.

I take the trash out through the back door and reflexively close the door behind me.

Shit.

The door is locked unless you twist the knob to keep it unlocked. Which I did not do. No problem! We have a lockbox with a house key in it out front.

I go around front, get to the box and punch in the code. Nothing.

I clear the buttons. I try again. Nothing.

Did we change the code? I can't remember. I try the code again, but add a number I vaguely remember. Still nothing. I start punching in other codes, birthdays, anniversaries, old house numbers. Nothing.

Now I start to worry. I am outside in shorts, t-shirt, and flip flops. No key, no wallet, no cell phone, no cash. I wander to the back again, trying to remember the code. No luck.

I go back to the front and resume punching in codes. I pull the lockbox off the railing and head up the street to a payphone in front of this tiny corner store. The only other person that might know the code is my wife, but she is in Iowa and I don't know her cell # or my in-laws # off the top of my head.

I dial 411. They want $0.50. I don't have fifty cents! I hang up and dial 0. Finally I get an operator and they connect me so I can get my in-laws number and call collect. The automated voice spits it out and tells me to hang up. Hang up? I can't write it down, I want to call it collect!

So I hang up again and dial the number collect, or what I remember is the number. A voice informs me that number doesn't take collect calls. Shit. I wander around the neighborhood for about an hour, sitting on park benches, punching in codes. I am thirsty and I need to pee.

I remember there is a hardware/locksmith store about a half a mile up the street in the next neighborhood. So I trudge up that way, lockbox in hand.

They are gracious and within minutes chisel the lockbox open, free of charge ($65 to come open my door). I trudge back home with the freed key, wondering if just anyone can come in with a lockbox and no I.D. and claim it is theirs. Thank god we got an alarm system.

I just realized I gave myself a blister punching in those stiff buttons.

What is the moral of the story?

INTPs should not clean the house.

P.S. I've locked myself out at least 3 times before and never had a problem with the lockbox.

:shrug:

Once, twice, three times an INTP?

Jung Explorer Test
Actualized type: INTP
(who you are)

INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

Preferred type: ENTP
(who you prefer to be)

ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.

Attraction type: INTP

(who you are attracted to)

INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

Take Jung Explorer Test
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Actualized type: INTP
(who you are)Introverted (I) 71.88% Extroverted (E) 28.13%
Intuitive (N) 63.89% Sensing (S) 36.11%
Thinking (T) 50% Feeling (F) 50%
Perceiving (P) 65.63% Judging (J) 34.38%

INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.
*The current algorithm breaks the tie randomly so refresh the page to see alternate results



Preferred type: ENTP
(who you prefer to be)Extroverted (E) 53.33% Introverted (I) 46.67%
Intuitive (N) 68.42% Sensing (S) 31.58%
Thinking (T) 54.29% Feeling (F) 45.71%
Perceiving (P) 65.71% Judging (J) 34.29%

ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.
*The current algorithm breaks the tie randomly so refresh the page to see alternate results



Attraction type: INTP
(who you are attracted to)Introverted (I) 60% Extroverted (E) 40%
Intuitive (N) 71.43% Sensing (S) 28.57%
Thinking (T) 60.61% Feeling (F) 39.39%
Perceiving (P) 62.5% Judging (J) 37.5%

INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.
*The current algorithm breaks the tie randomly so refresh the page to see alternate results

x-posted at INTPc

Not working this week. Yay! That is always good.

I am alone for the next few weeks. The wife is off with her family, giving me the alone time I need. Had a bout of bad depression last night, but I solved it with drinking. Which means I am not good at following my gameplan that I posted several days below at INTPc:

1) Return to writing. Actually started this at the beginning of the month. Only 500 words a day is my goal. I may take weekends off as well. I've been working and involved in so much drama lately I haven't written in a long time. Feels good, but damn I am rusty. I also want to read more. I miss having time to read. Which is also related to...

2) Work less. I am dead tired of the 12 hour days. I recently applied to work on a project for the next 2-3 months that only requires a 40 hour work week. Here's to hoping I get it. Be nice to have my weekends back.

3) Get in better shape. I will return to running, and I have a totally new way of weight lifting I will describe at a later date. I should eat better, but I am having a hard time doing so because I love food. Usually the worst kinds of food.

4) Quit drinking. Ok, I lied. I'm not going to quit. I am going to severly cut back in order to get into better shape, as well as be clear-headed enough to read/write.

5) Travel more. Not sure if I can do this on the smaller paycheck, but I am finding how much I really enjoy going to different places.

Seasons of change. Now if we could just skip ahead to my favorite season, autumn, where the weather is much better than this humid dreck I have to walk through every morning to the Metro station.

That phrase is used to describe why nothing is much rushed in Hawai`i. It will get done... or not.

For me, my body clock is screwed up beyond belief. Still on island time where it is time for the evening news. It is actually 4:30am at home where I arrived 3.5 hours ago. I've had 3 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours. I need to get this fixed.

I posted this at INTPc, but I forgot to do it here. I know Div and teh Hag will love this.




MacGuffin endorsed!

"I hiked out of the Grand Canyon in my Crocs!" -GMac, VA.

I was doing a day hike down in the Canyon, when I put my Crocs on to cross a stream so my hiking boots didn't get wet. My feet felt so good I didn't put them back on. Ever.

A little over 7 miles, and nearly 5000 vertical feet. I wore these:



You can see the blister on my right ankle bone from my boots. No blisters with Crocs! Hands down the best pair of shoes I've ever bought. Ugly as sin, but what does the INTP care about that?

Printing out directions, hotel reservations, filed my taxes, etc.

Cannot wait to get going!

Cannot get motivated to work at all!

I finally bought a laptop.

A cheap one from Dell. I only want some mobility and wireless networking.

And maybe watch DVDs on occasion.

It was like a 76-1 shot two weeks ago, but it happened.

But we have to play Indy, a team that has beaten KC in the first game of the playoffs twice in the last decade when KC had the AFC's best record. Maybe we can return the favor today. Screw Indy!

From the KC Star:

Everybody in Kansas City focuses rage on certain rival cities. Oakland, for instance. Everybody detests Oakland, for good reasons that go back 40 years, to Ben Davidson and Charlie Finley and a young Al Davis and that guy with the spikes on his shoulders. Superman needs Lex Luthor, and Donald Trump needs Rosie O’Donnell. We need Oakland.

Everybody in Kansas City also detests Denver, sort of, but it’s a milder feeling, sort of like loathing with a filter tip. Denver is too scenic and cool a city to despise with all your heart. But John Elway did throw there and Mike Shanahan still coaches there, so we throw a little aggression Denver’s way. And they return fire.

Sure, we detest New York like the rest of America because they don’t know we exist, and we detest Chicago because their fans beat up our coaches, and we detest Philadelphia for 1980 and for not sharing their cheese-steak secrets with our local vendors (at least as far I can tell). We detest Dallas for taking away the Big 12 tournament without really trying, and we detest St. Louis because it’s fun.

Hahahaha! It's true! We despise SlutLouis. Those Chicago-wannabes suck.

Haven't had it this bad in quite some time.

Laid in bed thinking and listening to myself breathe.

That got annoying.

Holy shit.

I know LCDs are lighter than plasma, but I cannot imagine mounting anything heavier than what we put up on the basement wall last night.

My biceps are as sore as hell today.

Plus, it is mounted too high, but don't let my wife know I think that as well. She'll have me redoing the whole thing again. :ninja:

Oh yeah, 47" 1080p [/brags]

Salon.com recently chose NoVA born-and-raised Indian-American S.R. Sidarth as its Person of the Year.

Which I found oddly ironic, considering Salon's progressive/liberal stance.

I wrote a letter to the editors expressing my puzzlement:

Strange choice

While this NoVA resident (Northern Virginia, as opposed to RoVA = Rest of Virginia) is grateful to Mr. Sidarth for drawing the attention to Sen. Allen that helped defeat his re-election, I find his selection as "Salon Person of the Year: S.R. Sidarth" very odd.

All he really did was stand there and draw Sen. Allen's attention. In fact, any dark-skinned person could have done the same.

So, in essence, Salon gave the award to someone because of their racial identity.

Racism for a good reason is still racism.

-- MacGuffin

Took this last year and got INTP for all three. To be fair, the second one was split evenly between E and I. My T function is still the weakest of the four.

I think I like Js to keep my shit together for me so I don't have to spend any effort on it. Just as long as it isn't too much J that a power struggle ensues.

I expect the most accurate results will show me to be more attracted to an INFJ, because the test seems to think altruistic = Feeler. Bah humbug.


Jung Explorer Test
Actualized type: INTP
(who you are)

INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

Preferred type: ENTP
(who you prefer to be)

ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.

Attraction type: INTJ

(who you are attracted to)

INTJ - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.

Take Jung Explorer Test
personality tests by similarminds.com

Actualized type: INTP
(who you are)
Introverted (I) 71.43% Extroverted (E) 28.57%
Intuitive (N) 60% Sensing (S) 40%
Thinking (T) 55.56% Feeling (F) 44.44%
Perceiving (P) 62.07% Judging (J) 37.93%

INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

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Preferred type: ENTP
(who you prefer to be)
Extroverted (E) 50% Introverted (I) 50%
Intuitive (N) 67.57% Sensing (S) 32.43%
Thinking (T) 65.63% Feeling (F) 34.38%
Perceiving (P) 63.33% Judging (J) 36.67%

ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.

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Attraction type: INTJ
(who you are attracted to)

Introverted (I) 60.87% Extroverted (E) 39.13%
Intuitive (N) 69.44% Sensing (S) 30.56%
Thinking (T) 58.33% Feeling (F) 41.67%
Judging (J) 54.29% Perceiving (P) 45.71%

INTJ - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.

Kansas City Chiefs owner, founder of the AFL, gave the Super Bowl its name.

Bad year for KC sports legends. George Brett better watch his back.