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captainsblogI woke up just now from a dream in which I helped rob a bank. In Syracuse. Paging Doctor Freud, or failing that, Doctor JACK Daniels.
It was one of those slow wake-ups where, as I lay there panicked that I was going to be the next one to be caught, my brain said, "Wait! You never ROBBED a bank! In fact, you're not even IN Syracuse! You're in bed, about to be accosted by sixteen paws and a wet puppy tongue!"
Said tongue then showed up, right on schedule, and a sense of relief swept over me.
I think I know the basis for these subconscious blips. We watched Butch Cassidy last week, and it included a helpful English-Spanish dictionary for anyone choosing to rob a bank in a Latino part of the continent:
Esto es un robo.
¡Manos arriba!
Arrismense a la pared.
Dame todos los dineros.
Over the weekend, I was talking with an old friend who has already sent his older daughter off to college. Apparently, quite a few of the schools she got into, including our own alma mater, expected a significant "self-help" contribution as part of her "financial aid package" which was, basically, "bullshit." Back when we went to that same school, "self-help" meant work-study and subsidized student loans. Now, it seems, it means taking out private loans from Tony Soprano Savings and Broken Knees (member FDIC), or possibly brushing up on your Spanish.
After feeding the animals, I just stayed up. Having spent part of last night talking about serial killers here with my wife and the headbanger, I figured the next dream might bring the death penalty.
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Then there's always birth certificate fraud to keep me busy while I'm awake:
I do love how the birthers won't accept repeated statements from the Republican governor of Hawaii attesting to the authenticity of his birth certificate (a copy of which has been on the Internet for over a year), but they are more than willing to accept a document from a country that didn't exist on the date of its alleged creation, just happens to have a serial number containing Obama's future age and president number ("IT'S A ZERO NOT A CAPITAL O AND THAT MAKES IT GENUINE!") , and oh, by the way?, was signed by a bottle of laundry detergent....
It was one of those slow wake-ups where, as I lay there panicked that I was going to be the next one to be caught, my brain said, "Wait! You never ROBBED a bank! In fact, you're not even IN Syracuse! You're in bed, about to be accosted by sixteen paws and a wet puppy tongue!"
Said tongue then showed up, right on schedule, and a sense of relief swept over me.
I think I know the basis for these subconscious blips. We watched Butch Cassidy last week, and it included a helpful English-Spanish dictionary for anyone choosing to rob a bank in a Latino part of the continent:
Esto es un robo.
¡Manos arriba!
Arrismense a la pared.
Dame todos los dineros.
Over the weekend, I was talking with an old friend who has already sent his older daughter off to college. Apparently, quite a few of the schools she got into, including our own alma mater, expected a significant "self-help" contribution as part of her "financial aid package" which was, basically, "bullshit." Back when we went to that same school, "self-help" meant work-study and subsidized student loans. Now, it seems, it means taking out private loans from Tony Soprano Savings and Broken Knees (member FDIC), or possibly brushing up on your Spanish.
After feeding the animals, I just stayed up. Having spent part of last night talking about serial killers here with my wife and the headbanger, I figured the next dream might bring the death penalty.
----
Then there's always birth certificate fraud to keep me busy while I'm awake:
I do love how the birthers won't accept repeated statements from the Republican governor of Hawaii attesting to the authenticity of his birth certificate (a copy of which has been on the Internet for over a year), but they are more than willing to accept a document from a country that didn't exist on the date of its alleged creation, just happens to have a serial number containing Obama's future age and president number ("IT'S A ZERO NOT A CAPITAL O AND THAT MAKES IT GENUINE!") , and oh, by the way?, was signed by a bottle of laundry detergent....
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Date: 2009-08-06 08:25 pm (UTC)