I'm not much of a dreamer. Or, should I say, I do dream, but almost invariably forget the dream within the first minute after waking up. Only the most bizarre ones stick with me, ingrained in my brain's HDD.

Once I dreamt that I was partaking in a race, like those that take place on city streets, with traffic shut down and all that jazz. Which is a weird thing because I have not run in AGES, and stopped playing football a long time ago, before work and laziness got in the way. But I digress, the thing is that I was there, owning runners left and right with my amazing racing skills, so the race goes on and before long there's only me and another runner, going at it shoulder to shoulder, and the finish line is a short straightaway from us. So I turn my head to take a look at my rival and find out that he is...

Carl Lewis.

Damn. So I increase the pace and start sprinting towards the finish line, and Carl Lewis does the same! And halfway there I start thinking "WTF, that's Carl mother****ing Lewis, you are not going to beat this guy!", but I keep the speed of my sprint, and we're still going shoulder to shoulder until the very end, and neither one seems to lose any speed, aaaaand then I woke up.

I said "Nooooooooooooo!" like Vader and tried to fall asleep again so I could see who won the race, but my next dream was about me sitting in a chinese restaurant waiting for food. And Carl Lewis wasn't there. So I think I might have won that race, and Lewis got back home all bummed because of losing and not wanting to celebrate.

The end.

Do you have weird dreams?

Category: Travel. Time travel, that is.

I hope someone ends up reading these lines, written in a ragged, soiled loincloth.

It's been 3 days now. Unable to communicate. Impaired. My cable company crapped out on me and I'm cable-less and internet-less since forever. My beard hosts strange parasitic creatures, as I try to scrape some nourishment off from trashbags. Yesterday I let a couple of Jehova's Witnesses in to my house, just to have someone to talk to. After a while, they mumbled some weird excuses about being late to a party and took off. I asked them if they would return on monday, but they wouldn't answer. Perhaps my overgrown toenails freaked them out.

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The flipside of having no internet (there is actually something good) is that it is easier to focus on games. Finally got hooked to Viva Pinata and it's PIMP. With a capitol, bling P. Raised about 21 or 22 levels throughout the weekend, and I just got the big garden. It's a shame this got marketed as a kid game. It's complex but highly rewarding.

Rented PunchOut!! I'm getting my ass kicked!! Lol. It's a good dose of nostalgia hidden inside a swift kick in the balls. Some of these guys are harder than I remember. I'm still stuck with Super Macho Man, my W/L ratio is laughable and I don't even reach title defense mode yet. I wonder if I ever will. Motion controls are horrible, though.

Got Prince of Persia and PGR4 as Father's Day presents. w00t. Tinkered around just a bit with both between VP mammoth sessions. PoP is actually GOOD. I was very surprised. PGR4 is...just like PGR3...and 2...and 1. Crap. I wonder if a wheel would make these games any better or more fun.

Watched 300 and Guy Ritchie's RockNRolla. Good stuff, although the latter falls short from the magnificence of Lock, Stock...

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Because it's father's day! And... I'm a father, y'know? So...I want...presents and...stuff. Ok, you are spared this year, but next time I want a golden chariot pulled by alligator turtles with custom flames paintjobs on their shells. That way I canlet the unwashed masses gaze at me in awe.

This month has been really slow for gaming. In terms of finished games, at least. The Uncharted 2 beta is too awesome to stop, and even though I've played it extensively, I'm not burned out on it. Too bad it's going to take a while to get the full game. Thanks a million, you know who.

Perhaps this weekend I'll go back to Valkyria Chronicles and The Lost and Damned. Maybe I'll finally try Viva Pinata! I always wanted to be a gardener in my nonexistant free time. Which is something complicated because I have no garden, nor space for one. Maybe that was for the best. Once I had a small cactus on my office, but it died. How can a cactus die? Those things spawn on the desert, FFS. The. Desert. Maybe I have lots of negative energy oozing through me, affecting every living being around me.