Anime.

I just attending a free anime showing at one of those new dinner and movie theaters.
It was 3 hours of nerds trying to be funny...
Sadly, I did laugh a few times; But the rest of the time I just wanted to punch people.

I'm not really in any position to pick fights. I guess this is to be expected because admission was free. People don't respect what they don't pay for. Excuse me waiter, there appears to be some proof in my pudding.

C.

A Sunday, with dreams on top.

I often have vivid dreams. The dream I had last night left me in a strange mood when I woke.

The dream had started strangely enough, there was a guy who I was watching in third person who was fighting vampires and Nazis ala Indiana J. This somehow progressed into a classroom setting where there was a women who had me smitten. She was not some grotesque manifestation of boobs and such, but she was a genius. You know how in dreams you have a "meta" sense about some things? She was brilliant and cunning, but shy and not the type of person that would rub her vast intellect in your face. She did very little in terms of talking or moving, but the little that she did my infatuation only multiplied. The subtlety of her words and movements told me she was kind.

The Indiana guy was there too, and I felt competitive towards him, even though neither he nor I had made any attempts to win her favor.

As from me waking up feeling alone in the universe, Sunday ended up being a good day. Here's my day: I road my bike, I ate tasty ham sandwich, I sat outside reading a comic while drinking limeade and smoking a cigar, then later dinner with friends. All of this in magnificient 74 degree weather and a cloudless sky... but

Thanks for fucking up my Christmas dream lady.

Soot

The welding class was lot's of fun. Arc welding is a very different experience, in terms of sensory input. You're not really able to see much of what you're doing when you are actually doing it.

"It" being when you're pumping so much energy through metal that it melts and spits all over the place. Coupled with the fact that my helmet auto darkens when there is bright light, a result of previously mentioned dangerous activity.

It's much like trying to drawing tiny little circles on a canvas around a door, using a foot long stick held at the end, looking through the keyhole.

It strongly reminds me of the "Peril Sensitive Sunglasses" in Douglas Adams's Hitchhiker series.

http://www.hhgproject.org/entries/perilsensitivesunglasses.html


It also apparently turns your boogers black.

Who was the asshole...

Really, I need to know who it was. I'm just sayin'...


I'll be attending my first welding class today.

This will eventually lead to me building the robot that will save us from ourselves.

Or severe burns...

Probably the later...



Definitely the later.