24-hour garage people
Feb. 19th, 2004 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezI now have two typewriters and no clear recollection why I wanted them in the first place. One is a twenties (I think) Underwood portable and is possibly the nicest mechanical thing I've seen for some time. It's just beaten a D-Class HP9000 into second place for attention to engineering detail. The other is a much more recent Silver-Reed that turned up through some kind of object-gravitational effect that I'm only beginning to understand.
I have a cold or some other snot-producing ailment. Nyquil knocks me out so I can sleep without gurgling away like a broken sewage works, Dayquil kickstarts enough of my metabolism such that I can walk around and usually remember my own name. Thus I have an attention-span of thir
The dreams are entertainingly odd and pitch up in cinemascope. In one, I took the train to Nottingham where I wandered round some vast and distinctly Edwardian department store by means of staff entrances, forgotten passages and secret rooms. (The 'wander vast building dream' is a regular. I have no idea what it means) In the station on the way back, I encountered an ex-manager who I didn't try to throttle on sight. Clearly I was not myself.
The other dream involved moving house to somewhere that was across a valley from an aerodrome. Friends arrived in Edwardian (Hmm...) daywear and D. wanted to know what I'd done with the bag that went with the hat she was wearing. I'd certainly seen it in the move, but it appeared to have been carried off by the large panther that was wandering the place.
Meanwhile, an airshow was in the offing and many odd craft attempted to take to the skies. The one that looked like a NASA lifting-body that failed to be towed aloft by a tractor was particularly entertaining, especially when the pilot emerged and we saw that his flying suit was made of fun-fur.
Chainsaw Ed Price stayed over last night, which was nice.
I have a cold or some other snot-producing ailment. Nyquil knocks me out so I can sleep without gurgling away like a broken sewage works, Dayquil kickstarts enough of my metabolism such that I can walk around and usually remember my own name. Thus I have an attention-span of thir
The dreams are entertainingly odd and pitch up in cinemascope. In one, I took the train to Nottingham where I wandered round some vast and distinctly Edwardian department store by means of staff entrances, forgotten passages and secret rooms. (The 'wander vast building dream' is a regular. I have no idea what it means) In the station on the way back, I encountered an ex-manager who I didn't try to throttle on sight. Clearly I was not myself.
The other dream involved moving house to somewhere that was across a valley from an aerodrome. Friends arrived in Edwardian (Hmm...) daywear and D. wanted to know what I'd done with the bag that went with the hat she was wearing. I'd certainly seen it in the move, but it appeared to have been carried off by the large panther that was wandering the place.
Meanwhile, an airshow was in the offing and many odd craft attempted to take to the skies. The one that looked like a NASA lifting-body that failed to be towed aloft by a tractor was particularly entertaining, especially when the pilot emerged and we saw that his flying suit was made of fun-fur.
Chainsaw Ed Price stayed over last night, which was nice.
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Date: 2004-02-19 07:50 am (UTC)The dream ended just as I got hit by a passing planet [Nottingham had grown, somewhat] and fell into a lake of passion fruit juice, where I awoke to find myself at the opposite end of the bed to which I'd started.
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Date: 2004-02-19 08:32 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-19 08:39 am (UTC)I think that might have been why I was trying to escape.
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Date: 2004-02-19 08:09 am (UTC)Maybe you wanted to sample them falling down concrete steps? ;-)
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Date: 2004-02-19 08:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-19 08:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-19 08:38 am (UTC)I think I briefly wanted a device I heard about once. It was an array of solenoids that fitted over an IBM terminal keyboard and was controlled via a RS-232 port and allowed 'interoperation' with IBM mainframes before Open Systems allowed us to say 'No, I'm sorry, you can fuck off now.' to that sort of malarkey.
(Insert hollow laughter or not, to taste and experience)
Furries in space
Date: 2004-02-19 09:53 am (UTC)See you on Saturday.
Re: Furries in space
Date: 2004-02-19 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-19 10:37 am (UTC)