Convolution
Last night, I was hanging out with D. and somehow we got on the topic of a few dreams I had experienced the night before. It's (almost) worth mentioning that a.) I never remember having had dreams, b.) much less what they were about, and if I get that far, c.) they vanish a few moments after I wake up. This one has almost entirely vanished, but I do remember that she was in it, and Anthony Hopkins was her dad or boss, and had sent a couple of thugs to whack either her or me or both.
Anyway...
It occurred to me that within probably twenty years, they will have a method by which to record your dreams while you sleep. Within a year of that, the hottest thing going will be live broadcasts of dreams over the internet, or whatever passes for it by then. Dreamcasting will be the new pr0n.
You heard it here first.
We just spent the evening in the presidential suite of one of the local casinos, having drinks with friends of hers who are regulars in the restaurant she manages. They are exceptionally cool people, normal like you or...you, who happened to hit it very big one day at said casino, and now they basically live however they please. Despite this, they kept their jobs until it was time for them to retire (as they are of that retiring age), which makes me like them all the more. Anyway, they are super-nice people who are very down to earth, yet appreciate the value of just having a good time. Hats off to them. Also, one of the suite's three flat panel televisions was in the bathroom, aimed towards the jacuzzi-sized bathtub, which is nice if you like that sort of thing.
At one point, they casually (and by casually, I really mean casually, not "managed to slip it into the conversation", because they are not like that) mentioned how much money they had lost in casinos between Tahoe and here since August 1st, and I shall simply say that it is roughly what I make in a year. Later, she mentioned how much she had won at a slot machine earlier, and it was about 1.5 times what I make in a year, so don't start asking where to send the donations just yet.
One week until the Pixies show in Columbia. w00t, I say.
Currently listening to: "Territorial Pissings", Nirvana
Anyway...
It occurred to me that within probably twenty years, they will have a method by which to record your dreams while you sleep. Within a year of that, the hottest thing going will be live broadcasts of dreams over the internet, or whatever passes for it by then. Dreamcasting will be the new pr0n.
You heard it here first.
We just spent the evening in the presidential suite of one of the local casinos, having drinks with friends of hers who are regulars in the restaurant she manages. They are exceptionally cool people, normal like you or...you, who happened to hit it very big one day at said casino, and now they basically live however they please. Despite this, they kept their jobs until it was time for them to retire (as they are of that retiring age), which makes me like them all the more. Anyway, they are super-nice people who are very down to earth, yet appreciate the value of just having a good time. Hats off to them. Also, one of the suite's three flat panel televisions was in the bathroom, aimed towards the jacuzzi-sized bathtub, which is nice if you like that sort of thing.
At one point, they casually (and by casually, I really mean casually, not "managed to slip it into the conversation", because they are not like that) mentioned how much money they had lost in casinos between Tahoe and here since August 1st, and I shall simply say that it is roughly what I make in a year. Later, she mentioned how much she had won at a slot machine earlier, and it was about 1.5 times what I make in a year, so don't start asking where to send the donations just yet.
One week until the Pixies show in Columbia. w00t, I say.
Currently listening to: "Territorial Pissings", Nirvana
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