02-15-03 @ 1:37 pm EST

My sleeping pills are kicking in! I've been wanting to post an entry but didn't feel right doing it before e-mailing some people, but I want to type it up before I forget what I wanted to say. So here goes. Hope it doesn't take me too long.

I really like the new idea I've come up with for my dream journal! Check it out at http://tehuti.dreamjournal.org/ I started out posting my dreams in big complete nightly doses like I do here, but that got so confusing when figuring out the symbols and stuff. So I decided to break them up into their smaller components--if I have more than one dream a night, they go in separate entries with separate titles and everything. I have some more editing to do (left off at "The Rat & Darkness Falls (Again)," but it's turning out so much easier and nicer! Plus I have more entries! Ha, ha, ha.

For the past three weeks I have been absolutely unable to find Entertainment Weekly ANYWHERE! I've been buying it at Glen's for at least eight years--why did they suddenly decide to stop carrying it just because they CHANGED their magazine racks? They carry magazines aimed at black karate practitioners but not EW, for God's sake! This is Cheboygan--I have only seen like three or four black people who actually LIVED here in my entire LIFE. And I do not think any of them practiced karate!

Wal-Mart doesn't carry it; nor KMart; nor Carter's! Finally tonight I told Ma I'd ask her to call the Logmark Bookstore and ask THEM to pick it up. They used to carry Writer's Digest before I started subscribing, just because I had them hold onto a copy for me every month. (Yah, I was late resubbing this year even though I replied RIGHT after I got the final damn notice, so I missed the February issue--jerks! Plus I don't think I ever GOT the December issue!) Anyway, at Wal-Mart yesterday night what did I find? A stray copy of EW just sitting there by its lonesome. I snatched that up and another mag about the crew of the Columbia so at least I got my stupid magazine after MISSING three weeks. :( I hate missing that mag, it's so interesting. Then we went to Glen's and...they had EIGHT COPIES OF IT!!! What the hell is UP with them? Either they're carrying it, or they're not! Which is it?

Holy fark, I just heard the WEIRDEST siren outside...

Anyway, at Wal-Mart I also moved into the 21st century. OMG! Tehuti actually bought a CD player. It's this doohickey that plays these little plastic disks and MUSIC comes out of the speakers! Can you believe it? Oh, it also has dual tape decks...an Aiwa...don't you like to say that word, Aiiiiiiwaaaaa? It's just as fun to say as Sannnnnyooooooo. Oh, the poor clerk boy, I bothered him so badly. You see, the Sanyo and the Aiwa were the two that looked interesting. Ma was interested in the cute little ones but I wanted good SOUND, and you do not get good SOUND in a tiny dinky thing. So I wanted to listen to the sound quality on these first. Cue clerk boy who comes along to help us out--very tall and lanky, kinda nerdy-looking guy, but decent enough. Couldn't listen to the radio as the store has just changed to a SuperDuperMegaHyperUltraPlexWal-Mart or whatever and they don't have everything hooked up properly. So, he went to fetch some CDs to play in the Sanyo. Comes back and pops one in. It's country. Twangy guitar goes Dee-doo-doo-doo-DOO. Ma and I instinctively laugh. He pulls that CD out in a hurry and puts in another one. Jazz music. "Does that sound fuzzy?" Ma says; I say it's probably just a low-quality dub CD and that's why. "Are those snare drums?" Ma asks. Clerk boy pops that CD out and puts in a third one. Rock music. There you go, he says. I listen to it. He stares at me intently as if to say, "Do you want it? Is this the one you want? Do you want to buy it? Do you want the Sanyo?" etc. I surreptitiously look at Ma, which is impossible to do, since she and he are both staring at me.

"I wanted to try out the Aiwa," I murmur from the corner of my mouth, since THAT was the one I was interested in, anyway.

WELL...the Aiwa wasn't plugged in. And there was no free outlet. So, poor clerk boy has to unplug ANOTHER player to free up the outlet. But--the cord has been secured with one of those plastic rings. So he yanks it free, plugs in the Aiwa, and pops in the rock CD. I listen while he stares at me intently. "Do you want the Aiwa? Is this what you want? Do you want to buy the Aiwa?" etc.... I finally say all right and we put it in the cart and go.

Poor, poor clerk boy.

The thing is...this CD player has a remote control. o_o Why on Earth do I need a remote control for a CD player? Am I really that lazy? Every year, I swear we get closer to the year 2525...I'm still waiting for the pill that contains everything I think, do, and say. (Obscure Zager & Evans song reference.) I noticed that the remote controls the radio, and it controls the CD player, but it does not control the tape players...hmmmmmmm...interestink.

It seems to dub nicely from CD to tape, but the dub plays poorly in my regular tape player...maybe its speakers are too poor to correctly pick up the sound quality recorded by the Aiwa?...or something. I don't know. I have to keep backspacing because my fingers are going funny and my head's starting to swim.

Gah this is taking me too long!!

I'm starting to finally "edit" the Chronicles to include revision ideas in each part. That's all they are so far though, ideas; nothing final yet.

Oh, and I really need to correct a coupla things. Firstly, I am still proofing PART 60 of the Chronicles, NOT 61. Secondly, the shuttle Endeavor is actually spelled Endeavour; I suspected that already, but I spelled it the other way 'cause I don't spell like a British person. Thirdly, that shuttle doesn't seem to have been around nearly as long as the other four, so everything I said about Columbia, Challenger, Discovery, and Atlantis doesn't apply to Endeavo(u)r. Lastly, I know I had another correction to make, but I can't remember it by now, so fark that.

Ooooo my head feels weird... o_O

Oh yeah, Challenger was the shuttle that Sally Ride went up on. She was scheduled to go on it again not long after it blew up. Interesting. I loved that commercial where the little kid in class is asked to name the first American woman in space. He starts freaking out; all the other students are staring at him, time is ticking away, he has no clue what the answer is, and then--"Hssst!" He turns around and there's this woman in a blue jumpsuit waving at him from the back of the class. She smiles and points at her nametag--Sally Ride. The kid turns to the camera and gives this smug grin.

Cut to the end of the commercial and Sally Ride is walking along the sidewalk outside the school. A mother pulls up in her minivan and asks, "Need a lift?" "I'll take the shuttle," Sally Ride replies, and goes on her way.

*LOLOLOL*

I had more to say but holy Gawd these pills are making me all funny. Gotta go now. Not proofread, so please enjoy what wonky typos there are while you can. Tar...