still sleepy

It's my own fault, though. I finished reading Pattern Recognition the other night, and for some reason, when I finish a book right before going to bed, I wind up not being able to sleep. It's happened twice in the past few weeks, and it's exhausting. It wasn't so much that I was thinking about the book all night -- more that my mind was too active from chewing on the conclusion to an excellent book. All night, I was in a half sleep, with vivid semi-waking dreams. At one point, I dreamt that I was fending off a home invasion -- we'd been infiltrator by some knife-wielding sonny bono lookalike. I had a cast-iron skillet. I kept him back while we escaped out the back door, but then I realized he was in there with one of the cats, so of course, I had to go back in. By this time, his madness had subsided, and he'd become a much more sedate guy, just like some crazy bum you'd find on the streets. Totally harmless. Anyway, I clocked him one with the skillet just to be safe.

Last night, I went to see Tarmvred, an industrial percussive-noise band. I was too tired to stay for the show proper, though. Had to leave during the opening act because of intense exhaustion. More later.

I ask again

When did the world turn into the kind of place you'd see this?


On a side note, I was walking down Capitol Hill today, and I overheard a homeless guy (sitting in a bus-stop shelter drinking some kind of bottled bev) saying to himself, "I survive because of the fruit juice. The fruit juice keeps me alive" in a husky whisper that reminded me of the spice mantra the mentats used in Dune.

Gibson was right

when did the world turn silly enough to let something like this become a reality, anyway?