Thursday, May 11, 2006

Fresh Corpse

Reach Out Stained But Dazzled Live Long and The Cock Ring

Or cock rings, in Mr. Spock's case.

Posted by Ann on 05/11/06@10:41 AM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

The Crazies

This is something I've suddenly taken notice of a lot lately. Someone with a personality disorder (what a euphemism, eh?) will accuse you of doing something or being at fault for something that they in fact do themselves and that you have no part in?

For example, and these are fictitious examples, but they do illustrate the point:

Contessa loves chocolate to an excess and is always sneaking into the break room at work to rip off some candy bars from the charity candy vending box. She walks into the breakroom where they are having a going-away party, with cake, for Loretta, who will be travelling to Nepal. Nervous about leaving her job, friends and travelling so far, she cannot eat any of the cake. "Oh, come on, have a piece," says Mr. Phelps the boss. "No, I really can't, maybe later..." says Loretta. "Well, maybe if you weren't always eating those charity candy bars you don't pay for, you'd have an appetite," says Contessa.

Female workers at Widgets Inc. like to steer clear of Patrick because he's been known to make sexual advances and rude remarks to the women. One day, he is in the executive district manager's office and they are discussing a new pricing structure. He sees fellow-worker Harvey outside of the office window laughing and talking with Meghan. He tells the district manager that Harvey is probably harassing the ladies again.

Otis checked his email and much to his dismay, were a bunch of threatening emails. He traced the ISP and found out it was the same as Ivan's, his former roommate, that caused him many problems online before. The next day, Otis receives an email from Ivan, telling him that if he doesn't stop sending him (Ivan) the threatening emails, he will report Otis to the police!

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Then there's something else I just noticed. I guess a lot of people have absolutely no experience with crazy people at all, so when someone tells them about something a crazy person did, they don't believe them because why would someone do something like that (unless they're crazy)?

Example:

The medical supply delivery man, Murphy, walks into the free clinic and is met with the receptionist, Felicia, someone who he's never really gotten along with.
"Say, I haven't seen Dr. Burgher around lately," says Murphy, "what happened to him?"
Felicia glances up at Nurse Klein and they exchange strange expressions. "Um...he's not here...anymore...," says Felicia, looking over at Nurse Klein, trying to read her face to see if she should say more, "he was...removed..."
"He was a great guy," says Murphy, "treated my bunions and everything!"
"Dr. Burgher..." starts Nurse Klein, "Wasn't..."
"Wasn't?" asked Murphy.
"Wasn't a...wasn't a doctor."
Murphy just stared at the two women, his smile frozen on his face.
"He was impersonating a doctor," said Nurse Klein. Felicia nodded in agreement.
Murphy just stared, his smile slowly shrinking in disbelief.
"Why would he do that?" asked Murphy.
Because he was crazy? thought Felicia.
"Best damn bunion doctor I ever had. He even made housecalls!"
"You should call him," said Felicia.

See, Murphy doesn't believe Felicia. He doesn't believe Dr. Burgher was impersonating a doctor. He thought he *WAS* a doctor. Dr. Burgher had Murphy believing in his own web of deceit, which is easier for Murphy to believe because it is comforting. It is not comforting to think that there are people out there who would impersonate doctors. Why would they do that? It's just crazy! Exactly!

Posted by Ann on 05/10/06@01:49 PM CST ..::Link::..3 Screamers.

DREAM with Defective Brakes

Weird dream where I was driving around The Fort Collins that Only Exists in my Dreams. I was on the west side of town, near where Stan and I used to live and downtown. There was a bunch of road construction with torn up roads exposing red earth beneath it, like red earth you'd see around Horsetooth or around Arches. I don't know what car I was driving, but it had defective brakes, and the car never could quite come to a complete stop. I was hoping it wouldn't get me in any accidents or meet up with any cops. One place I tried to stop at there were a bunch of construction workers with beards. I think I sort of had to wreck the car in a bunch of rubble to get it to stop altogether. It was very shady in this area. Not much sun, even though it was day.

Posted by Ann on 05/10/06@09:11 AM CST ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?

Monday, May 8, 2006

DREAM: Scott and the Lesbians

So I'm at this interview with this guy named Scott (mid 30s-early 40s, slender, slight, 5'7" or so, dark hair styled in an outmoded Chrstian Businessman way, possibly glasses) who is trying to sell me some animation software. He has me do some simple illustrations in response to some queues (forgot whether verbal or visual), then he scans the drawings into an old Mac SE 20, which is really funny because Scott had sort of an outdated 80s look too, not in a girls just wanna have fun 80s look, but more like a my future's so bright I gotta wear shades way but in a very pathetic way at that (more like a my future's so dim I gotta hide my eyes). Like someone I might've actually had a job interview with back in those horrible days of '85. Anyway, the old Mac's screen is facing me and I'm seeing my cartoons retransformed into live animation. And it wasn't cool at all. Then some people come into the office, and I think some of the people was his family, including wife and son. He pardons himself for a minute to go talk to his wife, and the animation starts to get ugly and pornographic with animated people copulating. His son is watching this, and I don't know how to stop it as it's not my computer or software, so I'm feeling very uncomfortable since it's essentially my cartoons, although I had not drawn anything risque (it's like it took on a life of its own with his software). I forgot how this dream ended, but it was a bit disturbing.

During this time I also dreamt that I was looking at old pictures of Pink Floyd with Syd and Syd had dyed red hair. Also, I remember dreaming something about wanting to buy Bali beads from someone as I followed them out to their car or truck in a parking lot. I wanted a specific type, like silver beads with gemstones in them, but they said they don't sell them anymore because they don't get many requests for them.

Later, after waking up, I went back to sleep and had more dreams. I dreamt I was in the company of a couple lesbians...I have no idea who they were, but we were having fairly good coversations and I felt like I knew them from somewhere else (probably Fort Collins). We were at a restaurant, and then went to a mall, like the Foothills Fashion Mall. I think we were driving some strange thing that was able to manouever up the steps in the mall. I felt a bit odd because I didn't have Stan with me. I also think I dreamt about dogs.

Posted by Ann on 05/08/06@09:23 AM CST ..::Link::..A Whisper Inside.

By Ann @ 10:41 AM CST:05:11:06 ..::Link::..Whisper or Scream?

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