I Dream of My Roommate’s Fandoms.
The other night, my dream started with a scene from The Half-Made World where the protagonist Creedmoor is on a riverboat. The river morphed into Murray Avenue in Pittsburgh with a lot more bridges and canals.
Then a whole bunch of Battlestar Galactica characters showed up just in time for the series finale. This can’t be the finale, I thought, I’m still on season two! But the dream forged on to reveal the great twist we’ve all been waiting to learn - the characters have been angels all along. That did explain why they were all flying all of a sudden.
I recounted this dream to iceporcupine. She looked at me and said, “I’m going to say nothing.”
And I’m like, “You can’t say you’re saying nothing! That’s not saying nothing!”
"Well, Battlestar is my favorite television show,” she replied. “Put two and two together…”
UNGH, what does it mean????? (Don’t tell me.)
do you ever have second-hand obsessions
like one of your friends is super obsessed with a thing so whenever you see something about it you’re like “YES THIS THING” but you’re not the one obsessed with it. they are. you know very little about this thing and yet it still excites you because it excites your friend
YUP. Just ask my roommate.
On the Fourth of July, I spent the day wearing a t-shirt with a Japanese character done in a Mexican style and a bracelet made in Uganda. I watched the Germany vs. France soccer game in a Bavarian beer hall, saw a movie by a Korean director based on a French comic, and ate at a Scottish pub all on the same street. Then I watched fireworks downtown and all across the horizon from the top of a parking garage.
Today I learned that my initials in the international maritime flag signal code mean, “I have… (number) casualties.”
lying on the floor solves all my problems