you never have to be alone / i love you / and that's all i really know
I'm thanking my parents - mentally, of course, since it's very early on Wednesday morning and they're both asleep, hopefully - for my VCR, which I received last Christmas. I brought up some video cassettes with me from home that have some of my favorite middle-school/high-school era shows on them, like "So Weird" and "The Others", and I'm sitting here enjoying them while I work on NaNoWriMo. Good times.
Today I reviewed "Get Smart" in my ASL class. No one laughed when I signed my favorite line:
"I heard it from America's Sweetheart, Ryan Seacrest."
I have a feeling that Steve Carell's deadpan humor style doesn't translate well to the language of moving hands. But we do what we have to.
I am supposed to go home tomorrow - today, actually, technically - and I'm not packed at all. In fact, I spent a long time on the phone and now I'm just messing around on the computer.
I had a weird dream today that I've been trying to figure out. In the dream, I was in Chicago, although it did not look like any part of Chicago I've ever been to... but I kept asserting that we were, in fact, in Chicago. I was working for some charity that took care of the parks, and somehow I ended up in a park that was next to a drive-through restaurant similar to a McDonald's. There were people all over the park and they kept asking me questions about where the cans of food they had could be donated. I had no idea, so I just told them that we had an office down somewhere in the city, and they could drop off the canned food there.
The other part of the dream was that I was supposed to be having surgery, and I guess they were going to do the procedure in two parts, because I had this incision that had been sloppily stitched up that was about four inches long on my shoulder. But I didn't want to go back for the second part of the surgery, because I was afraid that the medical team would screw it up, because they weren't actually doctors.
I walked away from the park and people were still yelling questions at me. It was really hot out, and I was wearing what I think of as a typical "winter" outfit - leggings under a skirt and a dark-colored T-shirt... so I was really hot. A big Jeep with some of the people who claimed to be part of my medical team drove by me, and then turned around and came back for me. It pulled up alongside me and matched my pace as I was walking. I tried to turn around and get away from it, but it just kept following me. In the front seat was a guy I went to high school with who once emptied his trombone spit valve on my shoes in jazz band, and a strange woman was next to him. He tried to convince me to get in the car, which I definitely did not want to do.
But somehow he forced me to get back in the car, and when I got in the air conditioning was blasting, and there was a big ice pack in the backseat. You know, like one of those snap-and-shake "ice" packs that's not really water but some sort of silicone gel or something... it was one of those, only the size of a pool raft. And I was really hot, so I got in next to it.
Kate-sham was in the backseat and I was surprised to see her, because she hadn't been with them before. There was a little TV in the Jeep too and it was playing CNN. The two people in the front seat were talking and they didn't really notice me and Kate-sham. Kate-sham said to me, "Whatever happens, don't take off your socks."
Well, I was puzzled by that. She looked at me and said, "Because I painted the secret on your feet." ... Which didn't help at all.
We were in the Jeep for awhile and we just kept driving and it seemed like we were going in circles. Kate-sham put her hand on top of mine and started tapping out what I guess was a message in Morse code, which I don't understand at all, so I had no idea what it meant.
At some point we got back to the medical facility and the guy and the woman yanked me inside and put me up on a massage table, which I guess was standing in for an actual operating table. They put a strap across my stomach, which left both my arms and my legs free (which I thought was odd), and then they took off my socks and shoes. On my feet was a pattern painted in clear paint... I know it sounds strange but the paint looked like those little glue dots you can use for scrapbooking. They were in spirals all around my feet, and Kate-sham said, "See, I told you. I painted the secret on your feet."
The spit-valve guy came back over to me and he opened the incision on my arm (sloppily) and started poking around inside it. Kate-sham got up on the other side of the table and put her feet up against mine, and she had the same pattern painted onto her feet. She said, "Don't let them mess up the secret, because it took me forever to paint it."
The spit-valve guy and the woman kept operating inside my arm, and then I realized that they weren't really doctors, and that everyone in the "medical" facility was really not trained to be performing surgery, and that they wanted something from me... and I sat up and looked at Kate-sham and then I brought my hands up and signed to her, "This is all a lie, isn't it?" Every word that I signed seemed to take forever for my hands to form it, and at the end of my sentence I did the sign for "question" (as in "Do you have any questions?") for some reason. I remember that sign seemed to take the longest, like I was conducting an entire orchestra with my two index fingers, and they were waiting for my signal for the gigantic end crescendo.
And Kate-sham just looked over at me as my hands came down and she nodded "Yes." And then I knew that these people weren't really doctors, and that they were only trying to hurt me, and that they had coerced her into going along with it, and they had told her that if she didn't cooperate they would make things miserable for her.
It was odd how real it all seemed... when I woke up I instantly wanted to be back in the dream, because although everything was strange and out-of-place, Kate-sham was there, and I was with her, at least for a little while. But then I was awake, and it was time to go to sign language. I can't get the feeling out of my hands of signing that final "question."
NaNoWriMo: 42,138/50,000
Today I reviewed "Get Smart" in my ASL class. No one laughed when I signed my favorite line:
"I heard it from America's Sweetheart, Ryan Seacrest."
I have a feeling that Steve Carell's deadpan humor style doesn't translate well to the language of moving hands. But we do what we have to.
I am supposed to go home tomorrow - today, actually, technically - and I'm not packed at all. In fact, I spent a long time on the phone and now I'm just messing around on the computer.
I had a weird dream today that I've been trying to figure out. In the dream, I was in Chicago, although it did not look like any part of Chicago I've ever been to... but I kept asserting that we were, in fact, in Chicago. I was working for some charity that took care of the parks, and somehow I ended up in a park that was next to a drive-through restaurant similar to a McDonald's. There were people all over the park and they kept asking me questions about where the cans of food they had could be donated. I had no idea, so I just told them that we had an office down somewhere in the city, and they could drop off the canned food there.
The other part of the dream was that I was supposed to be having surgery, and I guess they were going to do the procedure in two parts, because I had this incision that had been sloppily stitched up that was about four inches long on my shoulder. But I didn't want to go back for the second part of the surgery, because I was afraid that the medical team would screw it up, because they weren't actually doctors.
I walked away from the park and people were still yelling questions at me. It was really hot out, and I was wearing what I think of as a typical "winter" outfit - leggings under a skirt and a dark-colored T-shirt... so I was really hot. A big Jeep with some of the people who claimed to be part of my medical team drove by me, and then turned around and came back for me. It pulled up alongside me and matched my pace as I was walking. I tried to turn around and get away from it, but it just kept following me. In the front seat was a guy I went to high school with who once emptied his trombone spit valve on my shoes in jazz band, and a strange woman was next to him. He tried to convince me to get in the car, which I definitely did not want to do.
But somehow he forced me to get back in the car, and when I got in the air conditioning was blasting, and there was a big ice pack in the backseat. You know, like one of those snap-and-shake "ice" packs that's not really water but some sort of silicone gel or something... it was one of those, only the size of a pool raft. And I was really hot, so I got in next to it.
Kate-sham was in the backseat and I was surprised to see her, because she hadn't been with them before. There was a little TV in the Jeep too and it was playing CNN. The two people in the front seat were talking and they didn't really notice me and Kate-sham. Kate-sham said to me, "Whatever happens, don't take off your socks."
Well, I was puzzled by that. She looked at me and said, "Because I painted the secret on your feet." ... Which didn't help at all.
We were in the Jeep for awhile and we just kept driving and it seemed like we were going in circles. Kate-sham put her hand on top of mine and started tapping out what I guess was a message in Morse code, which I don't understand at all, so I had no idea what it meant.
At some point we got back to the medical facility and the guy and the woman yanked me inside and put me up on a massage table, which I guess was standing in for an actual operating table. They put a strap across my stomach, which left both my arms and my legs free (which I thought was odd), and then they took off my socks and shoes. On my feet was a pattern painted in clear paint... I know it sounds strange but the paint looked like those little glue dots you can use for scrapbooking. They were in spirals all around my feet, and Kate-sham said, "See, I told you. I painted the secret on your feet."
The spit-valve guy came back over to me and he opened the incision on my arm (sloppily) and started poking around inside it. Kate-sham got up on the other side of the table and put her feet up against mine, and she had the same pattern painted onto her feet. She said, "Don't let them mess up the secret, because it took me forever to paint it."
The spit-valve guy and the woman kept operating inside my arm, and then I realized that they weren't really doctors, and that everyone in the "medical" facility was really not trained to be performing surgery, and that they wanted something from me... and I sat up and looked at Kate-sham and then I brought my hands up and signed to her, "This is all a lie, isn't it?" Every word that I signed seemed to take forever for my hands to form it, and at the end of my sentence I did the sign for "question" (as in "Do you have any questions?") for some reason. I remember that sign seemed to take the longest, like I was conducting an entire orchestra with my two index fingers, and they were waiting for my signal for the gigantic end crescendo.
And Kate-sham just looked over at me as my hands came down and she nodded "Yes." And then I knew that these people weren't really doctors, and that they were only trying to hurt me, and that they had coerced her into going along with it, and they had told her that if she didn't cooperate they would make things miserable for her.
It was odd how real it all seemed... when I woke up I instantly wanted to be back in the dream, because although everything was strange and out-of-place, Kate-sham was there, and I was with her, at least for a little while. But then I was awake, and it was time to go to sign language. I can't get the feeling out of my hands of signing that final "question."
NaNoWriMo: 42,138/50,000