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… whatever you’ve done don’t try to explain … it’s a fine line between pleasure and pain …

I’ve come to the conclusion that a pimple on your arse, in the right (or is that wrong?) place, can be more annoying, not to mention, more painful, than a pimple on the edge of your nostril.

… the highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive …

Stuff from the road:

• I’m used to seeing people driving with their seats laid back. It’s usually young guys in their Acuras or the like, with their music cranked. But what do you make of a guy laying right back while driving a minivan? I guess he thought he was cool. I just chuckled.
• Does the yield law apply when you’re in the parking lot of a fast food joint trying to get in to the drive-thru lane? If you’re the girl who arrived and then pulled in ahead of me after I’d been waiting for a few minutes to turn left into the lane, then I guess it does. For everyone else, I’m going to assume that it’s first-come, first-served. All I could do was stare at her, shake my head and laugh. I’m not sure if she was rude, ignorant or just made a silly mistake. Regardless, I shouldn’t have been getting fast food, even if it was the healthiest stuff on their menu. Perhaps, it was “carma”.

… oh, where did the blue skies go? … and why is it raining so? …

I went to see The Day After Tomorrow with a friend last week, and for some reason, I kept waiting for a military advisor to step up and suggest firing a nuclear missile into the eye of the storm to get it to stop. I mean, that’s what they seem to do in all the movies to stop the evil forces.

The wave going through New York was pretty spiffy, though.

… this is the world that we’ll be living in … out of the dreams of ordinary men …

Ever have a dream that you want to happen again?

OK, sure, it might be one of those sticky dreams, but the reason I got to thinking about this was that I had a dream this morning that was a lot like an action movie. I used to have a recurring dream where I would get one step further each time because I knew how to avoid getting killed each time, but this morning’s dream was different. The pictures that I can recall were as if they had been shot for a movie, the angles, the structure, the composition and lighting. I wasn’t the lead character in the movie, but I had a part — I was a sniper in a built up city area trying to take someone out, looking for the best place to get the right shot. At times, I was looking through my own eyes, at times I was watching myself going about my business.

I don’t want to have the dream again because I want to be a sniper, or shoot bad guys, I just want to know what happened. I want to know if I was a good guy or a bad guy, because I don’t remember. I woke up thinking, “now that was a cool story,” but can’t remember much of it now.

When I was a kid, we used to think that if you were saying or thinking what you wanted to dream about just before you fell asleep, that you would have a dream about it. Not sure if it ever really worked, but it’d be great to be able to re-enter a dream the next night, or nights after. I know that when I’m having one of those dozing-in-the-morning dreams, where you’re semi-lucid, that I’ve been able to fall asleep and take things up where they left off, but never after a long period between sleep.

Ahh, to sleep, perchance to dream…

… we’re one … but we’re not the same …

Why is it that scissors are a “pair”? And pants?

And is a “pear” (as in the fruit) some kind of play on the word “pair”?