a++ would smuggle into space again

THIS IS THE BEST POST EVER. Now I want a "Judaism is my other fandom" icon.

In closely related news, there is a man sitting next to me with a beard previously seen only on the homeless and the 1800s. We're talking well beyond Captain Ahab, here. We're talking he's trying to eat his yogurt and it's this whole elaborate dance so that he misses the six inches of hair. And he's clearly my age. I want to go over to him and tell him just how much he is my hero, but I am afraid that the beard will eat me.

Last night I dreamt that I was in a trial during which there were various ... um ... genre-swapping vignettes, but my favorite was the bit with the pair of nineteenth-century detectives who were banging. It was like Holmes and Watson meets Wooster and Jeeves. There was even an intense discussion over how best to make a perfect eggy.

Dream where a scientist had created a machine that would irreversibly bind your consciousness to a bunch of other people's -- the first multi-human-mind, a la brief mentions in The Last Question. You wouldn't lose your individuality -- you would just connect to everybody else's. I was in line for it, somewhere near the back, and the first person I would connect with was someone I liked and trusted, but I was too scared when I got to the front -- so I went to the back, and waited in line again, and when I reached the front again I realised my first connection would be with this guy about who I am definitely ambivalent re: his worth as a human being, and the tension was rising and I was holding everybody up and why wouldn't I just say yes--

And of course as soon as I did I woke up halfway, and the dream shifted to a dream about college? but I was still mentally connected to half the people on campus. And that was weird.

Very bizarre dream. I could see some of the consequences of this kind of society from my position in the line, like a growing silence as people started realising they didn't need to talk, and a sort of giant human Wikipedia. Like an Oracle: the repository of communal knowledge.

A thousand people speaking with one voice...

A not-flocked post for once! in honour of finishing Moby-Dick, which has displaced Les Miserables as the novel I wish I had written. (Those who have read my writing and Moby-Dick have permission to groan and suggest that adding more semicolons, or longer sentences, maaaaybe wouldn't be actually so beneficial, hmm? Or, or more tangents on unnecessary topics, I THINK THAT IS WHAT MY NARRATION NEEDS.)

I am so glad that I managed, somehow, to be unspoiled for the ending; it was worth the wait. About a third of the class went up to Kirby Cove and read it around the campfire. Everyone made this "Oh, Ishmael" noise at the last line. Then we had s'mores and slept out on the bunker that has a perfect view of the north side of the city -- the bridge was lit up in the dark and absolutely gorgeous.

I got, quite literally, no sleep at all, although I did manage to have a dream in this doze of a play (Shakespearean) where the incumbent king was challenged to a duel (for the kingdom!) at such a such place in time and swore that "by that time, the kinghood would be decided," and then showed up at said street corner quite late. His opponent said, "Look, how little he cares for the crown! you are forsworn, and have forfeited" and the king-in-waiting looked very grave, and then one of his lackeys lifted the crown onto his head, and he said, "No, I swore the decision would be made before this time, and while you waited to run me through, there was a vote, and I am now king."

Today has been kind of surreal in consequence -- fuzzy about the edges. The Open Mic was at lunch, and I got up the guts to go up and perform Primroses (song I wrote) in front of the school. On piano. Apparently people liked it? That was nice, even if my hands are still shaking.

And now I've just finished a calculus test and am listening to the Eagles (Take It To The Limit; my math teacher's joke). So. Good day?

I think the dream I had last night may have been the most crack I have ever, ever experienced. Ahahah.

( I was a Mary-Sue, you see. )

I had a dream last night that I was writing a novel to go into the Anne McCaffrey series for NaNoWriMo.

I'd gotten to 21,563 words when I got pulled out for a night out on the town. Apparently I got really drunk, at which point somebody suggested I tattoo the word count on my shoulderblade.

When I woke up the next morning, I looked like something out of one of those dystopian movies, with the serial code. I was understandably put out.

Then I dreamt I finished the novel, and was standing around blinking and going "This has to be a dream! This has to be a dream! Eeee, it's not a dream!" Except for that it was.

And this is entirely without the "destined to marry a really random prince who wore weird enigmatic t-shirts and I think he was maybe Fizz" part.

Ahahahah my poor, book-addled subconscious.