08.08.05
woo hoo
Book’s 75% in the bag. Hot cha cha.
08.03.05
Bleep
Why is the electronically added sound of a bleep so much louder than the rest of the soundtrack? My wife watches a lot of random trash on TV for no reason while she’s doing other stuff, and even when I can’t hear anything else, the sound of bleeping bleepedy bleeps cuts through the house like a sharp knife.
It makes the program more jarring, which likely the intention. It doesn’t make it any edgier, though, and no one watches a program because it has a lot of bleeped-out swearing. All it does is jangle my nerves down the hall as I try and get something productive done.
I don’t speak French
and normally, find dream conversations dumb. But last night after I was up way too late tinkering with the U.S.S. Mariner, I had a long and involved dream about the site being entirely in French. I took high school French and remember little, but on waking, I looked up what little fragments I remember from the dream and it looks like I managed to dream in correct French.
I have no idea what that means, but the possibility that there’s a hidden ocean of languages in my head disturbs and intrigues me. Could I go to Germany, hit my head with a mallet, and suddenly go back to being barely conversationally fluent, which was the height of my fluency gained from a year of brutal college German courses?