Phew, today was MUCH much better. Back to normal. Now I just have to be a geeky star for the next oh.. 7 months to make up for the denigration I suffered last night.
In other good news, I was finally able to use the word floccinaucinihilipilification in a sentence today.
Id go and get the boss to try to get these batteries out of this thing, but I dont want to be responsible for increasing his floccinaucinihilipilification of this device.
Sadly, it went un-noticed.
Can you believe that? The guy I said that to didnt even react to it. He didnt even respond.
That was soooo floccinaucinihilipilificationistic.
Lame, I was so happy to have finally used it.
Anyways, I told the same guy about the dream I had last night. That, however, got a response:
Man you have some weird ass dreams. He said.
Africa?
In a chamber, a cistern? Ancient and deep, almost cave like, but at the very center of its rocky dome-like ceiling was a small round hole of blinding light. The thing was full of African children, and somehow if they could make their way up to that hole, to denounce the want that brought them down there in the first place, they would be saved.
There was an older African boy up on the street. This center hole looked like nothing more than an open manhole from up there. He was on his hands and knees on the road, looking down into the hole. He wore a black vest, he had black armbands around his biceps, and a large, 6 inch nickel mounted on his deltoid.
He looked down into that hole at the faces of the children that were able to scramble, spiderlike, up to that hole, and he heard their words and relayed them to somebody out of sight.
Then all the kids in the cistern started singing. My vantage was from the floor, I was in the fray.
Their singing so happy, their faces so full of joy:
America! America!
48 hours till freedom!
So yeah, that was a weird ass dream.
In other good news, I was finally able to use the word floccinaucinihilipilification in a sentence today.
Id go and get the boss to try to get these batteries out of this thing, but I dont want to be responsible for increasing his floccinaucinihilipilification of this device.
Sadly, it went un-noticed.
Can you believe that? The guy I said that to didnt even react to it. He didnt even respond.
That was soooo floccinaucinihilipilificationistic.
Lame, I was so happy to have finally used it.
Anyways, I told the same guy about the dream I had last night. That, however, got a response:
Man you have some weird ass dreams. He said.
Africa?
In a chamber, a cistern? Ancient and deep, almost cave like, but at the very center of its rocky dome-like ceiling was a small round hole of blinding light. The thing was full of African children, and somehow if they could make their way up to that hole, to denounce the want that brought them down there in the first place, they would be saved.
There was an older African boy up on the street. This center hole looked like nothing more than an open manhole from up there. He was on his hands and knees on the road, looking down into the hole. He wore a black vest, he had black armbands around his biceps, and a large, 6 inch nickel mounted on his deltoid.
He looked down into that hole at the faces of the children that were able to scramble, spiderlike, up to that hole, and he heard their words and relayed them to somebody out of sight.
Then all the kids in the cistern started singing. My vantage was from the floor, I was in the fray.
Their singing so happy, their faces so full of joy:
America! America!
48 hours till freedom!
So yeah, that was a weird ass dream.
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*hands you the trophy*
I look forward to meeting you and the rest of the Vancouver clan!
Thanks for the Birthday wish!