Oh, the places I'll go

The night before last, I had this dream where I was running in a long footrace. It was marathon style, in that it was some kind of planned route through a city. I don't remember the beginning of the race, just coming up toward the end and being so, so tired. I was nowhere near first place or anything, I was just doing what I could. Anyway, nearing the final stretch, I found that end-of-the-race reserve of energy and start sprinting the last part. I passed one person...two...I was making my way toward the end. Then, unaccountably, I took a sudden turn into a parking lot or something next to an office building, thinking that it was part of the course. I slowly became aware that none of the other racers had gone this way, and here I was sprinting like mad and using up my last bit of energy...and running the wrong direction. I tried winding my way back to the course, but by then I was so pooped that I was just dragging along and trying to finish while people, apparently not as misled as I, passed by me on the way to the finish. Sadly, I woke up before I crossed the finish line.

Symbolism interpreters, make of that what you will. Quite frankly, I really don't want to think about it too much. :)

Apropos of nothing, I woke up that morning craving liver, and I knew I had to have some before I ended the day. I ordered chicken livers from the Chinese delivery place and fulfilled that little whim, though why I felt compelled to share that piece of information, I do not know. In other news, not a whole lot has been going on around here, save that I have entered marathon poker mode for the week to try to squeeze some extra special free bonus money out of my venue of choice. So far, so good.

( A poker tale or two )

Did someone say web quizzes?

I liked the tort one that was going around (ganked from regyt, naturally). Did you hear about the peanut that went on the subway?

( He was a salted... )

And you know I couldn't resist the strip club one (ganked from amalthya).

( Stop by the Boob-O-Rama... )

I liked the results, but with all due apologies to Robin Laws.

So, uh...this thing is kinda spooky. Sort of a weird collective conciousness thingy.

I took a little trip back to nerdcore recently and downloaded MC Frontalot's new joint "Start Over," which I found quite fabulous. (This is the mind what brung you "Special Delivery," in case you forgot.) Even if you're not into nerdcore or Frontalot, this one's about a fairy tale, and you might also find it fabulous, so this one's an official recommendation. You can download it here.

I think I'll end with a PSA, of sorts. Via hipstomp, I was taken to this funny post about men peeing. I'm linking to it for three reasons. Firstly, it's funny. Secondly, there was a somewhat heated discussion recently about gender-specific pee habits and I thought this would add a little spice to that topic for our own twisted academic purposes. (The second comment is especially germane, plus I'm curious what the ladies have to say about "Splittage.") Thirdly, through this post I learned that "micturate" is actually a word, and if you're like me, you may have thought it was not actually a word, but only to be found in Vogon poetry. And, yes, that was the PSA part.

Peace out, humans. You know you love it.

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Forgot to mention...I've got 2005's first completely bizarre comment in my journal. Check it.