Does anyone else love and miss Home Movies? I would be more upset about the lack of new episodes, but for the fact that I find Metalocalypse to be far more awesome, and Brendon can only do so many things at once. It's like if my giant dog had to quit loafing around my house, drooling, leaning on everyone, and barking at invisible pedestrians in order to go be a bad-ass, metal, Great Dane rockstar while also creating a hysterical cartoon about even more hardcore, rocker Danes that live satirical, extravagant lives.
Or, you know, something like that.
Other than watching Home Movie reruns and pondering Lucy's rocker Halloween costume (you have to plan that shit early when it comes to dressing up dogs... they just don't get the whole concept behind "Halloween costumes", I guess), I've been buried in school work. I love my classes this semester, but there's just SO MUCH INFORMATION. I feel like you would feel if handed a giant, old-school Webster's dictionary and told that you were going to have a test on A-J in two weeks. As much as you may love vocabulary, there's NO WAY to learn ALL OF THOSE WORDS in two weeks (especially while trying to learn about the same amount of crap in two other classes, and creating hours worth of art for the third).
So yes. That's what's up.
Also, my dreams have been so horribly off the wall, lately, and I have no idea why. I'm equating it to stress. I tend to have pretty awful dreams, anyway, so it isn't so outlandish to think that my mind has grown tired of the boring, normal bad dreams and is looking to replace them with something more creative (damn me and my creative brains).
My last horrific dream was of a POW in a desert, who was having his face melted off. I'm not talking cheesy, Poltergeist-esque face melting, either (because that shit was great... especially when I was FAR too young to see something like that, and my dad explained to me how they did the special effects using sculpy and a plastic skull with quarter-machine eyeballs we had laying around the house). It was intense, and FAR more realistic (at least, as far as I can tell, having never actually seen a face being melted off of a skull).
I wonder what kind of bizarre secrets the human subconscious holds. I like to think that the moronic, hopeless people I encounter on an almost daily basis have every potential to be functioning members of society, if only they could learn to tap into their subconscious as much as the creative, intelligent, informed, open people I try to associate with.
Thoughts? Perspective? What kinds of dreams do you have on a regular basis? What do you attribute them to?
Love to all. I'm going to go study for a quiz tomorrow, try to write some music, and continue my oddly-timed pondering of the human psyche.
Or, you know, something like that.
Other than watching Home Movie reruns and pondering Lucy's rocker Halloween costume (you have to plan that shit early when it comes to dressing up dogs... they just don't get the whole concept behind "Halloween costumes", I guess), I've been buried in school work. I love my classes this semester, but there's just SO MUCH INFORMATION. I feel like you would feel if handed a giant, old-school Webster's dictionary and told that you were going to have a test on A-J in two weeks. As much as you may love vocabulary, there's NO WAY to learn ALL OF THOSE WORDS in two weeks (especially while trying to learn about the same amount of crap in two other classes, and creating hours worth of art for the third).
So yes. That's what's up.
Also, my dreams have been so horribly off the wall, lately, and I have no idea why. I'm equating it to stress. I tend to have pretty awful dreams, anyway, so it isn't so outlandish to think that my mind has grown tired of the boring, normal bad dreams and is looking to replace them with something more creative (damn me and my creative brains).
My last horrific dream was of a POW in a desert, who was having his face melted off. I'm not talking cheesy, Poltergeist-esque face melting, either (because that shit was great... especially when I was FAR too young to see something like that, and my dad explained to me how they did the special effects using sculpy and a plastic skull with quarter-machine eyeballs we had laying around the house). It was intense, and FAR more realistic (at least, as far as I can tell, having never actually seen a face being melted off of a skull).
I wonder what kind of bizarre secrets the human subconscious holds. I like to think that the moronic, hopeless people I encounter on an almost daily basis have every potential to be functioning members of society, if only they could learn to tap into their subconscious as much as the creative, intelligent, informed, open people I try to associate with.
Thoughts? Perspective? What kinds of dreams do you have on a regular basis? What do you attribute them to?
Love to all. I'm going to go study for a quiz tomorrow, try to write some music, and continue my oddly-timed pondering of the human psyche.
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