September 16th, 2004

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(twitch) Bad dreams last night. Watched about a third of "About Schmidt," a very dark "growing old" movie featuring Jack Nick. Way, way depressing, and I was mopey last night, probably not my best choice for viewing, but I'd told Butterfly I would. There were some scenes where Jack was very awkwardly hugging his distant daughter and her oily fiancee. So I had this nasty dream where my father (whom by choice I haven't seen in something like three years, maybe four now) had a mid-life crisis, and showed up at my birthday party, all clingy and wanting to renew our relationship. I kept trying for obvious social cues, but nothing worked, and I kept having to press myself further into the corner of the room to get away.

Then, a much weirder one--since I've been playing D&D for 15+ years, have GURPS Monsters and Blood Types and most of the other bestiaries, I know the standard monster set, but someone reminded me of what a "pengallin" was, though they used a different name for it--for non-dorks, it's an exotic form of vampire that takes the form of a flying head torn free from its body, with most of the horrible entraily bits hanging down. Anyway, in *this* dream, I was in some sort of Port Aransas-style beach-house, being hunted by one of those. The dream-camera did a lot of really graphic close-ups, though the special effects were occasionally "Nightmare on Elm Street" they were (thankfully) more on the lines of Big Trouble in Little China. Except for the excruciating scene where the head seperated from the body. (blerk.)

Other stuff...Butterfly is loaning me her car, and my insurance has gone from $140 a month to $7 a month, so that's a plus, and will help me put some money aside for the next set of wheels. Whines left for San Antonio for a few days and I missed his "heading out, bye" e-mail, which didn't help my mopey mood. I'm not sure what genre "About Schmidt" falls into--since it was a bittersweet film about a retiree and his relationships with the world, I classed it as a "chick flick," but it's too dark. I do think it's a couple-movie, in that it MUST be watched with someone else, but it's just a dark emotional wringer.

I'm a little annoyed with myself for not writing more, but between absolute hell (fun hell, I love this sort of stress) at work, car troubles, spending more time with Whines, and some roommate strife, it's been a rough few weeks for extracurricular activities. I skipped out on Pagan Night Out to recoup, and ended up at a board game night/midnight movie at Casa de Nasco, so no recouping!
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Pants malfunction!

This may be the first paranormal event I've ever experienced. Pity it's so dumb, but that makes sense, I guess.

I'm a guy, and for now, I'm still 20-something, so I'm a *bit* of a slob. And I occasionally wear my pants for more than one day. Sometimes, more than three days. In a row.

Most days, when I remember, I wear a belt. And I always thread it the same way--insert pointy end into loop on right hip, wind around waist, so that buckle ends up on right hip, and the point is on the left hip. Zip and fasten. Pretty standard.

This morning, for whatever reason, I picked up my pants--which I'd worn the day before--and the belt buckle was on what would be the left hip, if I was wearing them. I didn't think about it much except "huh, odd." And unbelted the pants, rethreaded the belt, and fastened them.

It felt wrong. I couldn't fasten the belt. It took me another try. This genuinely bizaare feeling, akin to deja vu--this was something I'd done a hundred times, and it felt wrong. I had to stop and think about it. All day, it felt like I was fastening my belt backward, I tried to use the wrong hands even. It was like my pants had been reversed through the fourth dimension, so the belt worked funny. Up to the point where I changed out for shorts.

Chris said, "Yes, like the sensation that the curve of your wallet was inverted." Just an unnatural feeling to the most familiar of actions.