"We interrupt this week's episode of Lovable Dog Explosion to bring you politics!"
Holy CRAP. I want to know what the hell I ate to cause the dream I had Wednesday morning. The whole thing started as a fairly standard "we're on a vacation!", only this time we're in Nebraska. Why we're in Nebraska... well, that's the least of my concerns. Anyways, after a bit of nonsense, we were displeased with going on some sort of week-long covered wagon tour of Nebraska, and the particular area we were in was a vast plain with a muddy road. Exciting. While pondering this thing, I noticed someone sort of hang gliding, only they were tethered to a WWI-era biplane. I said something about "I wish I could do that", while my normal horror of heights welled up inside me. Thus concludes the mildly confusing part.
Next thing I know, I'm piloting a GODDAMN TERMINATOR (Su-37) in the skies somewhere, and I'm flying in formation with a number of other fighters. Apparently we are escorting some large bombers or transports. Out of nowhere, white tracers start whizzing past my plane and slam into one of the bombers. The bomber did what most machines do in this circumstance and proceeded to scatter itself over a large area while belching flame. Over the radio dealie, one of my wingmates starts hollering "Enemy fighters, take evasive action!" so I respond with "Protect the bombers, geniuses!" The next bit got a bit muddled, so to make this a bit more exciting, I'll say that there was an epic battle between my squadron of Terminators and whatever the fuck the enemy planes were. For the sake of tasty action, I'll say they were Typhoons. Mmm... giant Russian air superiority fighters versus tiny European delta wing foulpesters... We won, by the way, as evidenced by the fact that in the next section, my wingmates were all alive. They also happened to be people I went to high school with.
The next part is where it goes absolutely fucked. The next thing we know, we were standing on what appeared to be a train station platform, where Barack and Michelle Obama are approaching either to congratulate us or undergo some sort of ceremony. Totally out of the blue, Michelle Obama goes a bit nuts and reveals that she has implanted some sort of Doomsday chip in the President that will either explode or turn him into a mindless slave to help her take over the world. She is promptly arrested and taken away. The Secret Service, which has magically shown up, orders others to set up some sort of forcefield that will block any signal from triggering the chip in Barack Obama; at this point it is revealed that a train is heading towards the station, and this train is carrying nuclear warheads that will splode and doom us all to doom. Also, more enemy fighters have been spotted flying towards targets in the general area that are somehow not threatened by the train of doom. Everyone on the platform proceeds to panic, including my wingmates. Our CO stops them, yelling at us to run back to the nearby air base, which was apparently Reykjavík Air Defense Base. Here, we are to suit up, take off, destroy the train and combat the incoming fighters.
As we begin to run back to the base, Bill Cosby appears and offers to help us by flying with the squadron. I assure him that it will not be necessary, then begin running along the steep bank (which looks suspiciously like the bank near Minnehaha Creek, not 2 kilometers from here) which has mysteriously appeared next to the train tracks. After running around a particularly steep part instead of climbing it, I find the base, which looks rather like an office building/parking lot that I know I've seen before. Once inside, I see one of my wingmen running off towards the hangar, and I still have to find the locker room to get my flight suit. After what felt like an eternity of running around being misdirected by increasingly bizarre signs, and still not finding the damn room, it ended.
I suppose a few elements can explain this one. Tuesday, we had spent most of the day watching various bits of the inauguration, so it was only natural that the First Couple appeared. The take-over/forcefield bit can be explained by the Venture Bros. episode "Guess Who's Coming to State Dinner" where the astronaut Bud Manstrong has a chip implanted in him by his mother to kill the president, and later they get trapped in the Oval Office by Doc Venture's new force field. The dogfight/flying bit can be explained by all the time I spent playing Ace Combat 5 (though I haven't touched it in over a year), the irrelevant bits about being in Nebraska may be related to our trip to Arkansas; as for Bill Cosby showing up and why this was all mashed together in such a fashion... Bhuwhat?
There were other dreams since then that demand explanation, but I have since forgotten them.
Despite reading of her strange brand of insanity as described by Al Franken, I was ill prepared for Ann Coulter on Weekend Update... Holy fucking hell, that woman is NUTS. Sure, her bit was rather funny, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that this is exactly how she is on her show: A blithering batshit, fuck-crazy, fundy right-wing Feminazi who wants to castrate all men while shrieking about the liberal media. And I got that just from her hair. It's not some disastrous rat's nest, and yet after staring at it long enough to avoid her ceaseless, unblinking gaze, my brain started to unravel. I know the writers formulated the entire bit for comic effect, yet I can't help but feel that Ann Coulter really is THAT unhinged. Her mind-altering glare is of no help... try to avoid looking into her eyes; you can't, and yet it hurts. I get the feeling that something supremely evil stares back at me. Or it just might have something to do with the fact that in her true form, she is Leviathan.
Either way, she scares the pellets out of me, and I will not feel safe until several light years, a fleet of intergalactic warships, and Zodiark himself stand between me and the cauldron of boiling lunacy that is Ms. Coulter.
Our class participation system in History has become painful to watch in action. Since our professor is still learning everyone's names, she has to mark people on the attendance sheet when they contribute to the discussion, as in raise yer hand and answer a question. This is painfully bureaucratic to begin with. And of course, there's about half a dozen people in the entire class who think that answering everything will lead to moar points. At first, I sometimes think maybe these are the people who will be the smart ones, then after two hours I'm red in the face and twitching because these people keep raising their hands to interject irrelevant crap. One guy next to me was so utterly proud of the fact that he had done a "personal research project" on some topic... some chick in front of me kept raising her hand to the point that I just wanted to bite it off. Hates them, precioussss....
Since I missed the first class meeting due to the horrible cold, I was dropped from Child Psychology. You're not supposed to be dropped unless you missed the first TWO class meetings. Since I showed up at the second one... yeah. I think it has been cleared up, as the class is back on my schedule and my account seems in order. It took two days for it to let me back into the class' D2L site, and my NetDirect schedule appears to have been devoured by some Unix. Hm...
Our Midway campus has a computer lab. It's fairly small, but it's there. Now, the 1 1/2 hours between the two Thursday classes will not consist of me finding a spot to read or stare at the walls. Though, everything on Midway feels cramped... and most of the rooms lack windows, so it's a bit like being in a bomb shelter or secret underground lair. And despite my thinking that Thursday would be impossible, both classes went rather swiftly and were enjoyable. It's amazing how short group discussion activities break up the flow of the class.
What else... er... HLJ has updated with some stock photos of Gul Tiger, due out in March. And it suggests that Gul Tiger will come with its compatible grade-up item: The Gyrocrafter. I think. It's a pair of fans that made the IRL Tiger hover. Hovering Tiger look silly... they also have pics of King Liger, which make me wonder why I want one. Also, the new HMM Saber Tiger has started shipping, though it is now called Saber Tiger "Schwalz". Yeah. And since my last post, the Tigershark has taken yet another obnoxious turn. Some of the decals are doing something that I can't describe properly without bisecting my tongue. I'm hoping it's just because I didn't seal them on with Flat Coat yet, but I might have done that. If another coat doesn't help, then I say arses to the rest of the decals. Also, I just randomly decided that Zeekdober could stand to be painted. Thus far, it's only some of the detail work, but it just may expand to the whole thing.
I find it questionable that this is the only Target Lady sketch saved to NBC's video archive. Where are the rest, damnit!?
Next thing I know, I'm piloting a GODDAMN TERMINATOR (Su-37) in the skies somewhere, and I'm flying in formation with a number of other fighters. Apparently we are escorting some large bombers or transports. Out of nowhere, white tracers start whizzing past my plane and slam into one of the bombers. The bomber did what most machines do in this circumstance and proceeded to scatter itself over a large area while belching flame. Over the radio dealie, one of my wingmates starts hollering "Enemy fighters, take evasive action!" so I respond with "Protect the bombers, geniuses!" The next bit got a bit muddled, so to make this a bit more exciting, I'll say that there was an epic battle between my squadron of Terminators and whatever the fuck the enemy planes were. For the sake of tasty action, I'll say they were Typhoons. Mmm... giant Russian air superiority fighters versus tiny European delta wing foulpesters... We won, by the way, as evidenced by the fact that in the next section, my wingmates were all alive. They also happened to be people I went to high school with.
The next part is where it goes absolutely fucked. The next thing we know, we were standing on what appeared to be a train station platform, where Barack and Michelle Obama are approaching either to congratulate us or undergo some sort of ceremony. Totally out of the blue, Michelle Obama goes a bit nuts and reveals that she has implanted some sort of Doomsday chip in the President that will either explode or turn him into a mindless slave to help her take over the world. She is promptly arrested and taken away. The Secret Service, which has magically shown up, orders others to set up some sort of forcefield that will block any signal from triggering the chip in Barack Obama; at this point it is revealed that a train is heading towards the station, and this train is carrying nuclear warheads that will splode and doom us all to doom. Also, more enemy fighters have been spotted flying towards targets in the general area that are somehow not threatened by the train of doom. Everyone on the platform proceeds to panic, including my wingmates. Our CO stops them, yelling at us to run back to the nearby air base, which was apparently Reykjavík Air Defense Base. Here, we are to suit up, take off, destroy the train and combat the incoming fighters.
As we begin to run back to the base, Bill Cosby appears and offers to help us by flying with the squadron. I assure him that it will not be necessary, then begin running along the steep bank (which looks suspiciously like the bank near Minnehaha Creek, not 2 kilometers from here) which has mysteriously appeared next to the train tracks. After running around a particularly steep part instead of climbing it, I find the base, which looks rather like an office building/parking lot that I know I've seen before. Once inside, I see one of my wingmen running off towards the hangar, and I still have to find the locker room to get my flight suit. After what felt like an eternity of running around being misdirected by increasingly bizarre signs, and still not finding the damn room, it ended.
I suppose a few elements can explain this one. Tuesday, we had spent most of the day watching various bits of the inauguration, so it was only natural that the First Couple appeared. The take-over/forcefield bit can be explained by the Venture Bros. episode "Guess Who's Coming to State Dinner" where the astronaut Bud Manstrong has a chip implanted in him by his mother to kill the president, and later they get trapped in the Oval Office by Doc Venture's new force field. The dogfight/flying bit can be explained by all the time I spent playing Ace Combat 5 (though I haven't touched it in over a year), the irrelevant bits about being in Nebraska may be related to our trip to Arkansas; as for Bill Cosby showing up and why this was all mashed together in such a fashion... Bhuwhat?
There were other dreams since then that demand explanation, but I have since forgotten them.
Despite reading of her strange brand of insanity as described by Al Franken, I was ill prepared for Ann Coulter on Weekend Update... Holy fucking hell, that woman is NUTS. Sure, her bit was rather funny, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that this is exactly how she is on her show: A blithering batshit, fuck-crazy, fundy right-wing Feminazi who wants to castrate all men while shrieking about the liberal media. And I got that just from her hair. It's not some disastrous rat's nest, and yet after staring at it long enough to avoid her ceaseless, unblinking gaze, my brain started to unravel. I know the writers formulated the entire bit for comic effect, yet I can't help but feel that Ann Coulter really is THAT unhinged. Her mind-altering glare is of no help... try to avoid looking into her eyes; you can't, and yet it hurts. I get the feeling that something supremely evil stares back at me. Or it just might have something to do with the fact that in her true form, she is Leviathan.
Either way, she scares the pellets out of me, and I will not feel safe until several light years, a fleet of intergalactic warships, and Zodiark himself stand between me and the cauldron of boiling lunacy that is Ms. Coulter.
Our class participation system in History has become painful to watch in action. Since our professor is still learning everyone's names, she has to mark people on the attendance sheet when they contribute to the discussion, as in raise yer hand and answer a question. This is painfully bureaucratic to begin with. And of course, there's about half a dozen people in the entire class who think that answering everything will lead to moar points. At first, I sometimes think maybe these are the people who will be the smart ones, then after two hours I'm red in the face and twitching because these people keep raising their hands to interject irrelevant crap. One guy next to me was so utterly proud of the fact that he had done a "personal research project" on some topic... some chick in front of me kept raising her hand to the point that I just wanted to bite it off. Hates them, precioussss....
Since I missed the first class meeting due to the horrible cold, I was dropped from Child Psychology. You're not supposed to be dropped unless you missed the first TWO class meetings. Since I showed up at the second one... yeah. I think it has been cleared up, as the class is back on my schedule and my account seems in order. It took two days for it to let me back into the class' D2L site, and my NetDirect schedule appears to have been devoured by some Unix. Hm...
Our Midway campus has a computer lab. It's fairly small, but it's there. Now, the 1 1/2 hours between the two Thursday classes will not consist of me finding a spot to read or stare at the walls. Though, everything on Midway feels cramped... and most of the rooms lack windows, so it's a bit like being in a bomb shelter or secret underground lair. And despite my thinking that Thursday would be impossible, both classes went rather swiftly and were enjoyable. It's amazing how short group discussion activities break up the flow of the class.
What else... er... HLJ has updated with some stock photos of Gul Tiger, due out in March. And it suggests that Gul Tiger will come with its compatible grade-up item: The Gyrocrafter. I think. It's a pair of fans that made the IRL Tiger hover. Hovering Tiger look silly... they also have pics of King Liger, which make me wonder why I want one. Also, the new HMM Saber Tiger has started shipping, though it is now called Saber Tiger "Schwalz". Yeah. And since my last post, the Tigershark has taken yet another obnoxious turn. Some of the decals are doing something that I can't describe properly without bisecting my tongue. I'm hoping it's just because I didn't seal them on with Flat Coat yet, but I might have done that. If another coat doesn't help, then I say arses to the rest of the decals. Also, I just randomly decided that Zeekdober could stand to be painted. Thus far, it's only some of the detail work, but it just may expand to the whole thing.
I find it questionable that this is the only Target Lady sketch saved to NBC's video archive. Where are the rest, damnit!?