two birds stoned at once

so i went up to dc this weekend again. wait, let me back up. since this weekend did have a bit more going on than just that. nothing important, but im writing already so why not throw it in? im thinking maybe rather than try to type it all out i can break it down in simple statements to save time.

friday - killing time before our work picnic faggotry. oil change. long overdue. drop off the text book i rented from barnes and noble? why not? later that night i remember i had the book because i still had a test to take. the first in a string of craptastic happenings. remembering why i hate planning things.

saturday - off to dc. this is where the main part of this whole thing is. the drive was terrible. i left at 9:30 in the am and didnt get there until 1pm. in a somewhat funny/ironic moment, "the end" came up on my ipod and because its been my ringtone for the last 4 years i automatically thought of my phone ringing. then the song went off. and within 10 seconds, the phone rang.

i was supposed to help someone move. wasnt looking forward to that because of my shoulder sucking. so i did that. and as i expected, it sucked. but there was one good thing that came of this. and pretty much the only reason im writing all this.

person: are we out of gatorade?

other person: no

person: oh, so we still have some left?

other person: no

*person and i exchange looks of confusion*

*other person doesnt see the problem*

and this wasnt a joke. this was pure seriousness on each person's part.

later that night i saw nick 13 and billy woodward & the senders. good stuff all round. nicks voice is amazing. almost hard to see imagine one singer of two totally different bands. billy woodward would probably make for a nice show with musicplayer. speaking of which, i missed a musicplayer show and that makes me sad, but i cant catch 'em all.

sunday - the drive back was just as awful as the drive there. i left around 1:50. got home around 5:50. think ill stick to my late night trips. cooler. less traffic. less chance of accidents slowing me down. whats not to like about that?

tranquilize

theres an alligator. or maybe a crocodile. i dont remember. i think it was an alligator. for some reason theres a pulley system setup. hes pulling the rope to left something. this "something" is over the fence and i cant see what it is. suddenly im on the other side. the fence is gone. now its just trees. i can see both sides of the action. hes lifting an alligator. much bigger than himself. like a 6 ton alligator. not sure why i knew that. but i did. and he himself was your average sized, 10footer or so.

the pulley breaks and the big alligator crashes to the ground.

people appear out of nowhere as the two alligators prepare for a fight. clearly the smaller alligator will lose. its like the technodrome compared to a mouser.

the men pull out tranquilizer guns and they all fire repeatedly at the big guy. its like a scene in 'the mechanic' but with a lot more people. as they unload into the big guy, one guy looks at me "now he'll win"

it made sense. i couldnt argue with it. but i did kinda question the why of all this.

i woke up. told tony about it. and he gave the same reaction i did.

they call him boss

sometimes it really makes you think about what used to pass for tv or movies. i had a conversation about this this weekend. and about this...

apparently i stumbled across this some time ago, but only recently did i discover its true magic.

wait for it...

in together now

i had that dream about subnetting a while back. this is the same, just different.

i was at roberts house and got caught up in a conversation about data aggregation with kelly and anthony. how and why these things keep falling into my dreams is still a bit of a mystery and im still not sure how i feel about it. to quote an obvious source, id rather they "shut the --- up"

they have a new cd out. supposedly its back to how they sounded before. i didnt know they took the time to sound different. hm...

flavor of the weak

so part of my arts class involved a trip to the chrysler museum. i kept thinking chrysler hall. i even got directions to the chrysler hall. luckily i remembered this before i left. i didnt quite estimate the travel time right and there was a train i had to wait for so i didnt quite make the 10:00am meeting time. i was only off by a few minutes. less than ten. but still, i dont like being late. the idea of people waiting for me. i dont know. it just doesnt sit well with me. how some people can just not be bothered by that blows my mind. another story for another day though...

i get to the place eventually. it doesnt look like the right place. mostly because when you get there youre at the back and other than a sign or two it doesnt really give you the idea that youre where you want to be. i saw a girl walk up to what seemed to be the entrance. *ill see how it goes for her* that wasnt it. i notice a sign saying theres an entrance to the left. i get out of the car and start walking towards the building.

lots of build up. all for no reason. i shouldve just skipped this.

so the girl and i happened to start talking about where the entrance is and everything. i make a few jokes because thats what i do. and we find the entrance. shes there for a project. me too. once inside i meet up with my class and she goes off to talk to a front desk person. well, theres that. or so i thought.

a moment later shes standing next to me. hmm, ok.... she decided to a) join what she thought was a tour or b) hang around me because it made sense at the time. c) is for combo. see that, jokes. its what i do. in my case c is often for clever.

teacher: who's your friend, tristan?

me: she just--

girl: "says her name"

me: *caught off guard* "repeats her name"

i was going to say that she just happened to be here too, but she'd have none of that.

she stuck around for the tour. walking. talking. all that. afterwards we strolled around town as i navigated us SUCCESSFULLY to subway. all those trips to the norva paid off. so we had lunch, got to know each other. it was a good time. and we agreed to do it again. we kinda went together like kool-aid and a hamburger. those two go along well, yeah. but youd expect them to be with something else. im the kool aid for obvious reasons.

of course that made me think this would go somewhere. and thats why i dont like having expectations. i also dont like planning. and i was reminded why. all at once.

in short, follow up plans fell apart. nothings coming of this. we did have one fine day though.

****

in class monday

teacher: so was that a friend, girlfriend,...

me: i met her on the way into the building

teacher:....building? what building?

me: the museum building

teacher: you work fast

that couldnt be further from the truth, but rather than keep the attention i chose to let it go.

painted by numbers

i had an interesting dream last night. maybe it's not that interesting, but i want to remember it.

*****

a girl needed help with something. she showed me a piece of paper with x.x.8.0 written on it. she wanted to know how to split that into two subnets. i wanted to explain to her that she could split it into x.x.8.0 and x.x.9.0 by using a /23 (or 255.255.254.0). before i could, she started telling me how she thought she figured it out but was unsure of her answer. she begins to write out a long, complex math equation using simple addition and binary.

i had never seen her method before. it had the right elements involved, but used in a way that would surely not find a solid answer. however, because i had never seen this method i didn't know the logic behind it. in situations like this, rather than tell the person they are wrong i side with a small part of me that thinks i may learn something. i watched her quickly scribble across the paper.

i sense that the follow up question will be about what to use for a specific amount of hosts. i envision how i will explain it to her. she's still writing out her math from the previous question.

*****

waking up and trying to find a word to describe how i feel about that dream. lots of little adjectives, but i cant find anything to sum it all up. i dont usually - or ever - dream about subnetting so it's a bit weird.

after i woke up, i had the afterthoughts stuck in my head and couldnt sleep. so i worked them out to make sure i still had it. i do. yay.

***PART TWO***

a few days after this i had dream somewhat along the same topic. i was at roberts house and got caught up in a conversation about data aggregation with kelly and anthony. how and why these things keep falling into my dreams is still a bit of a mystery and im still not sure how i feel about it.

things that make you go hmmm...

what do cats need stickers for?

...

marking their territory

the crows are coming for us

another dream post. a friend of mine writes a lot of his and its a bit inspirational. i sometimes have dreams that make me think, but i tend to forget about them before i unravel anything. maybe this way ill remember them and reflect on them later and make sense of that nonsense.

im at my grandmothers house. none of my family is around. im standing on the edge of the porch as i liked doing when i was younger. and still do when im there. i guess i liked the feeling of being high above the ground when i was younger. moving on. for some reason i know how to do bird calls and i do that to pass the time. a small flock of birds comes around.

a man shows up and says, in expression and body language alone, that he is going to join in. he begins and a murder of crows lands on the neighboring roof. after their group has fully landed and all are accounted for, they swoop down to the ground. around this point a bus appears. i dont recall it driving up, and i dont recall people being on it. but its there. and yellow or white.

suddenly the birds that myself and the mystery man had summoned morph into humans. they all join hands and ask me to join. somehow i understood that we were going to do something as a group and that they needed my help. i jump from the porch as ive done many times as a child and join the group. in perfect harmony and unison they begin flapping their arms like wings. my timing is slightly off, but i fall in soon enough. we start to leave the ground flying into the sky. i see that we're somehow taking the bus with us.

and then the wake up.

some kind of monster

donkey.

bear.

man.

...

?

i drew that - exclamation point - happy face.