Contact

Alright, I figured I’d post a nice big blog entry since I haven’t done that in a while. At least not seriously. I’m also going to intersperse this with randomness. It’ll make sense eventually…maybe.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode

First things first. My mouth is starting to not hurt like hell anymore. This morning, I got the stitches removed from the spots in my mouth where my wisdom teeth were. I didn’t think getting stitches out would hurt as much as it did. Not so much when he did it, but afterwards. Eh.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode

At this point, I come home and try to pass out so things stop hurting. This strategy worked for me for most of last week, and it doesn’t let me down at all today. Soon I’m out cold, dreaming about random things…but then something weird happens. I think I had a lucid dream. For those of you who don’t remember, I posted something about this on here back in April. For those of you who didn’t click that link, the general idea is that you can control your dreams while having them.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
Bummed is what you are when you go out to your car and it’s been towed

It didn’t happen until later in my dream, and oddly enough I can’t remember anything up until when it happened. I was sitting on the deck behind my house, and I noticed my knee was melting, so my shin was going to be seperated from my thigh. Ya. I came to the “Oh snap, I must be dreaming!” realization they talk about in that link, and did what any person in my situation would do. I grabbed my lower leg and threw it. Trippy. I then ran (apparently someone forgot to tell my leg it had been thrown) around my backyard for a while, just enjoying the fact I could control what was going on. Then I woke up. Not all sudden-like, but I felt it coming. I then drifted in and out of uneventful sleep for a few more hours.

I woke up one morning in November and I realized I love you
It’s not your headlights in front your tailpipe, or the skylight above you
It’s the way you cling to the road when the wind tries to shove you
I’d never go riding away and come back home without you

This time a knock on the front door wakes me up. Some level of my brain remembers that I’m expecting something in the mail, so instead of going with my gut and ignoring it, I ran downstairs to sign for my iPod mini. Woot. Wait, scratch that – this thing was free. w00t!

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode

Ya, free iPod Minis are good. Apple had that deal where if you bought a mac over the summer, you’d get a 4 gig mini for free. Even got a custom engraving in it. Who knew they’d do that for free too? So, on the back of my green iPod Mini is a little inscription that reads:

The greatest danger
may be your stupidity
I’m pretty proud of myself that I didn’t write anything in l33tsp33k.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode

Oh, and I’d like to take this moment to hug Steve Jobs. They really know what they’re doing over there. Both my Powerbook and iPod mini are incredibly awesome. And sexy. Sooo sexy.

I’ve named my iPod mini Scotty. Originally that was the name I was going to give to my Powerbook, but I figure it would be a better plan to have a female laptop. I’m still looking for a good name for her – if you have any good ideas, let me know.

Phish – Contact

I’m done. Hope it wasn’t to weird.