Crazy, cool dream

There really was no reason for the dream, other than the fact that I'm a history nerd. The year was sometime in the early 19th C, the location: somewhere in England. Don't ask me why because I haven't read any Jane Austen recently.

So I dreamt last night that I was a son of some profligate man and a semi-royal woman. My dad in the dream (not anything like my real dad) was having a rather open affair with another woman, thus threatening the family's semi-royal standing. My younger brother (also not like my RL bro) was training to become a soldier because he feared we'd lose our wealth and whatever remained would all go to me anyway as the eldest. He was a little weakling and hated the exertion and prayed he wouldn't have to really become a soldier. I don't know what shape I was in (most likely toned and excessively manly like RL), but it didn't matter because I had no worry of becoming a soldier. I was the eldest, mature, and responsible child of the family (exactly like me IRL) trying to reign everyone in, including my wild sisters (who do not exist IRL) who were dressing very un-lady like and flirting with strange men.

I only remember snippets now, but at the time I remember it being a really cool dream. I had a English accent and I was wearing a cravat and everything and looked so posh. Strangely, I wasn't so bothered by my dream-dad having a mistress as I was that everyone was behaving so awfully in public, including him kissing his mistress open mouthed in front my mom (poor woman, I don't even remember what she looked like) or my sisters letting their dresses slip up over their petticoats. For shame!

And there may or may not have been some gay fooling done on my part (I'm a pure, chaste, noble soul IRL), but if there was any, it would have been exclusively in the bedroom and not in the middle of the park. That was cause for hanging back in the day. Just saying.

Crazy dream, huh?

Writer's Block: A Few of the Challenges I Face

What challenges stand in the way of your ideal lifestyle? How are you working to overcome them?

An infinite supply of money, or perhaps more accurately, the fact that the world is concerned with money, first and foremost.

How I'm working to overcome them: becoming a rich and mighty philathropist.

I wish I had that kind of time on my hands...oh wait.

So we have this fire exit/staff entrance in our work area that requires a card to open it w/out triggering the alarm. Since we first moved into this building a year ago, we've had constant problems with people forgetting/not caring and setting it off. We also have regular contractors that have not been given access, so they either ask us to let them out, or they go ahead and set it off (usually the latter). The alarm goes off at least every half hour, Monday–Friday. Yes, it sucks.

This morning we had our usually daily dosage crammed into a 25-minute session, as though folks were driving off the death of silence or something. Anyway, one of the librarians sent a complaint email to our CIO (aka, the boss of us all), because we've learned that if enough complaints go to him, problems are more likely to get resolved.

Remember that I said our CIO is the boss of us all, as in, he's the Information/Data equivallent to a provost, which would imply he's got important, boss-like things to attend to and wouldn't have time to personally come down and address a disgruntled underling? Remember? About 5 minutes after the librarian came by my desk to tell me about her email, I hear a voice floating across the tops of our cubicle walls from none other than our CIO. Our CIO who lives on the 3rd floor (we're ground-level). Our CIO who came down to explain to this librarian that some A/V folk are doing some special work and are causing the higher traffic. All very detailed and mannerly. I had to go to the bathroom, so I didn't stick around to hear his explanation, but I left surprised that that's what he spends his day doing. Then I remembered that this is guy who personally goes through all the online study room reservations, deletes ones that violate the rules, and send lengthy explanations as to why said reservation was deleted, so I guess I'm not that surprised.

Man, I want that six-figure salary job.

Good idea? Bad idea?

I'm thinking about starting a blog of shame where I post ridiculous pictures that I take of people and make fun of them, like girls wearing leggings instead of pants. Would you read it?

Should I make a blog to make fun of people?

what do i care.

(no subject)

I hate my office. It's perpetually at 69˚ whether it be January or June. And they brag about this new building being so "green". Using less toxic building material + running the AC high 24/7 =/= green.

Sorry, I have nothing witty or funny to say.