rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


A strange dream decided to emerge from my subconscious last night. It involved smoke pouring from the old Hall of Records in Los Angeles (a building which has been gone for about thirty years and which never suffered a fire as far as I know.) I think the entire Civic Center may have been burning, because there was more smoke and a few licks of flame rising above the top of a hill which concealed it, but I never found out. I was in a car and went onto the freeway, which suddenly petered out into a maze of streets in a hilly section of town, and I found myself on a cliff-side dirt road lined with decaying Victorian houses. I've been spending too much time with those old photo archives, I think.

The rain failed to return today, but the clouds remained and everything is still damp, and the frogs are still croaking. Small flying insects are becoming more numerous. They are mistaking the mild weather for the onset of spring, too. Right now there's a tiny bug of some sort (looks like a miniature ladybug) crawling on my keyboard.

I'm currently pissed off at Academia again, because they keep hoarding information for themselves. They don't want the rabble (meaning me, and anybody else who isn't either an employee of or student enrolled in one of their institutions, or someone who can afford to buy a subscription to their non-profit (yet expensive) service) to get hold of stuff we couldn't possibly understand, being uneducated and poor and all, I guess. I wish I could figure out how to filter out all results from that outfit and others like it from Google Scholar Search. Stuff I'm not allowed to see gets in the way.

Update Oh, I forgot to mention the Monkey Police.

Also: Monkeys loves them some porn.

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