my dreams

Got woke up at 0800 to receive a box full of other boxes. Which I had ordered, but which I had not considered would arrive at 0800. On the plus side they are pretty boxes with an actual good chance of doing what I ordered them for this time, so that's a win.

... I'm still tempted to spend three times as much next time so I can go buy them on my feet at an hour of my choosing.



First dream of the day involved zombies. Dear subconscious: Zombies are not 'weirdly attractive' even if they are headed for dried out mummy instead of green yuck. Even if they're more doing the werewolf thing where they can kind of pull themselves together to look alive and then just lose control to be hungry corpses again. Trying to make a paranormal romance plot while surrounded by flesh eating zombies is not cool.
... even if that one guy was kind of hot when he wasn't rotting...
... you know, the first person who invents a dream censor is going to make bank.

I was a lone survivor after the zombie apocalypse, living on a base in Arizona chosen for having views in every direction. ( Read more... )

So that was a lot of flesh eating yuck for first thing in the morning.


And yet after the delivery arrived I went back to bed, because tired.


Next apocalypse along featured John Sheppard single handedly defending some kind of twisty tunnels military base. It was surrounded by these pop up whatsits that destroyed everything that passed over them, which he tested every morning by firing bullets around the perimeter and seeing if any got through. Every morning they just kind of dissolved in the air. He was content with that outcome.

But one day some other humans broke in, and they were chasing him around this base with all these tunnels and levels and it was pretty cool as chase sequences go cause there were slides and conveyor belts and stuff. The humans didn't want to kill him, though hurting him a whole bunch was just fine by them. All of them were missing body parts and all of them seemed particularly pissed at him about it. But he just kept running and fighting and told them that no matter what, he wasn't turning it back on.

I got the impression it was something about replicators, total destruction thereof.



That was cool but not coherent.



I hear that some people have restful sleep where they don't have chase sequences or zombies at all. That sounds nice.

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Cleaner has been and gone, rubbish is all thrown away, kitchen and bathroom are clean, cleaner half of house vacuumed.

I spent the time sorting my paperworks into boxes. College is going in the new boxes. They are the correct size and seem to be tough enough for the task. I'm not sure I like any the patterns - there's one with roses and one with a union jack and one with lego - but they function correctly and that's the main thing.

College turns into a LOT of paper. Many and more things in there. Also the same How To Reference and How To Library things every year for 11 years. Mostly interesting notes and handouts though. I realise I'm unlikely to ever use them again but I have dug through for particular whatsits before and there's a thing from Myth & Med I'd quite like to find, so I'm just going to keep them boxed pretty for the moment.



Boxing the convention stuff is going to take more boxes. I'm amused to compare how much space each one needs. All those signed pictures and photos with add up. I currently suspect there's more convention than college in there, which would reflect my priorities. But I used to get many more things, more pictures and more events per year. Has been long since I went to one. Was trying to be thrifty. Should look and book something for next year.

Meanwhile, back to looking at many pictures of pretty people, ready to box them tidy.

Boxes filled

final ration 3:1 college to convention
which seems reasonable.

The boxes only mostly fit the things in them though, I might have to rearrange the convention box a bunch. There's a lot of pages I know used to be in folders but I took things out and swapped them around. I could divide by era and put folders back around them.

I have so many pictures of very very pretty people. So many. :-)