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Ok, so a couple of things. We’ll start with a little story.

There are two places in everyone’s home where they may–rightfully–feel vulnerable: in the shower, and in bed. Now you all know recently i’ve been having trouble sleeping, well yesterday, I started feeling tired, wonder of wonders, at around 1 am. So, I immediately packed everything up, said goodbye to Becky on gaim, and went off to bed. I brushed my teeth like a good little boy, and hopped under the covers, and all the sudden i felt like i’d stabbed myself with a needle above my left knee. I pulled back the covers, and started picking at it because it felt like whatever had pricked me was still in my leg.

Finally I went and turned on the light, and looked back at my bed. It was a wasp.

So effectively, this wasp was trying to take a snooze under my covers, and didn’t like the idea of sharing them, so he stung me. Then he was just sitting there, this smug look on his face, as though he’s saying, yeah, I did it, what’re you gonna do about it?

You wait and see, i thought to myself. I exited the room, went downstairs, and first took care of my wound. Now, wasp stings aren’t really a problem, but if you leave them alone they sting for a long time, and they tend to swell, so I had the presence of mind to grab some baking soda, a little water, and dab the baking soda paste onto the sting. Then I got a tupperware container and went back to do battle with the fell beast. You’ve attacked your last human, fiend! I cried, as we locked our wits in a battle that would surely have gone down in history if it had been but a moment longer–except that’s all it took. A moment. Because I’m big, smart, and have opposable thumbs, and he was a stupid wasp, half asleep in my bed.

Now he’s on display in the tupperware container on my desk, where he shall remain untill he starves to death. Let that be a warning to other wasps.

The following morning I woke up and the other two wasps in solitary confinement in my bathroom were dead too. I flushed them down the toilet. Also, because of the paste, there was no sign that the wasp had stung me in the first place. Appology accepted, Captain Needa. Props to anyone who knows who Captain Needa is.

Second thing: FF8 is a masterpiece of a game. Thanks !

Third thing: Tomorrow (technically) is Ash’s birthday?!

Ok, not quite so cool, but still pretty damn good.

My newest dream:

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I was a cop. I was actually a cop in Hollis, and was after this kid who… i don’t remember what he actually did… i remember it was something bad, but I also remember that I cared about him for some reason. I was running around the school building chasing after him, and I had another cop with me, and finally I said, “Safeties off” and drew my gun, and fired–it wasn’t a sandbag or rubber shot, it was actually a pellet, like a b-b gun. I put the safety back on and holstered the gun again, then ran after the kid and another cop walked out with him. First question I asked was, “Is he alright?” and then I saw a very small amount of blood on the kid’s jeans a few inches above his right knee. He was still walking, so I figured he would be fine.

A person something like the Commissioner from Batman came up and said, “Well done.” and I took the kids’ hand and walked him back to my cruiser.

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I’ve actually watched this week a full spectrum of films, so let’s run through them, extremely briefly.

Firstly: The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. Yes, I watched it. I know it’s a chick flick, but I loved it. I saw it with Ashley and Meggie, and had a great time, then proceeded to tell mother that she should see it. It’s not a guy movie at all, but if you’re willing, it’s very very good. Four out of Five.

Second: Star Wars: Episode III. It was decent. Roles fit the actors a little better, but there were a good number of points where I just didn’t like the movie. You know what the new Star Wars movies lack? Charm. There’s this charm to the old films where even in the darkest of moments, somebody says something amusing, or does something funny. There’s always the tension breaking moments interspersed through (Laugh it up, fuzzball), and just… people are situationally wittier. Thirty years later, and the fan base has redefined the universe as much as the director has, and that charm… doesn’t fit in anymore. And unfortunately the lack thereof hurts the films.

Third: I just finished watching the Blair Witch II: The Book of whatever the fuck it was called. This movie was a waste of film and my time. I watched it through because I figured, it’s bad to walk away from a horror film, Adrian. If you watch to the end, there will be a resolution and then you can walk away. Right?

Wrong. The film has no explanation whatsoever, just “Ok, so we’re just goofing with you, here’s what really happened last night: You killed everyone. Cool, huh?”

right. Why?

uh… hadn’t thought of that, boss.

So I’ll admit I’ve not seen many horror films, but the only one I’ve seen that was any good was Cube–which was good indeed–but this movie did nothing to repair that losing streak for me in the genre. The Ring I guess was ok.

But yeah, so Chick Flick = (A+), adventure/sci-fi = (C+), horror = ((F-)-). You do the math.

I want to watch The Aviator. I also hope my dreams rock tonight, I want to go back to Kortessra. And I want to explore this time, dammit!