Groggy

[quislibet]

I'm groggier than any other person who is also very groggy, but not so groggy as I.

Coffee helping.

J. set an alarm for 8 a.m. this morning so we could get right into study-ness. At 8:30 J. said, "What's so magical about 8:30 that we keep waking up then after falling back to sleep when my alarm goes off at 8?" At 9:30 I rolled over and said, "I dunno."

Then we got up for real.

Musta been the staying up for SNL. That's always a killer.

Haven't watched it in ages, but there was Christopher Walken being sort of funny. Sadly, he wasn't terribly funny in later sketches, but that's SNL for you. (We started out watching Mad TV but switched when some lame stoner band came on.)

(Speaking of Christopher Walken, J. tells me she recently heard a radio interview with Kevin Spacey where he does an impersonation of Walken auditioning for the part of Han Solo. I wish I had heard it.)

Yesterday was spent in study, until well after a late dinner (as in around 9:30 or 10) when I did some game-geek paperwork.

During dinner (sausage, potatoes, and carrots), J. said, "You probably won't ever hear me say this again, but I read something cute in Levi-Strauss today...."

(It was about how American soldiers in France shelled cheese factories because they assumed from the smell that they must be full of corpses.[*])

Mmm. Cheeeeese.

So I had a dream last night vaguely based on the Arcanum game I'm playing in (that's the White Wolf Arcanum) that would have been oddly scary had it not, in fact, slipped comfortably into being a game whenever anything bad happened. (A strange geek side-effect, but I appreciate that aspect of some of my more nightmarish dreams.) Among other things, we had a new chancellor sent to shape us into an efficient scholarly organization, a no-nonsense woman in a severe suit: except that at one point she was revealed (to the "audience," but not to us) to be in fact 8 feet tall, dressed something like the witch in "Snow White" in a latex-and-PVC sort of way, with strange cyber-gloves ending in 6-inch claws that flashed red from LEDs.

She was, in fact, just like those others.

But even she was afraid of the phantom rats.


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[*] No, I'm not sure why you'd have to blow up the corpses, either.

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[ex-sjc.livejournal.com]

(Speaking of Christopher Walken, J. tells me she recently heard a radio interview with Kevin Spacey where he does an impersonation of Walken auditioning for the part of Han Solo. I wish I had heard it.)

Spacey originally did that bit for his first hosting gig on SNL. Either the radio station's just playing that, or Spacey now has schtick. I mean, more schtick than usual.

[damiel.livejournal.com]

J. said, "You probably won't ever hear me say this again, but I read something cute in Levi-Strauss today...."

Oddly enough, I read something funny while in my cargo pants today.