mundens | On Detonation Boulevard

Through the angel rain

A clean bedroom and lounge make one feel better. There is discontent stirring in me around the clutter of my life. There is a lot of stuff I need to dispose of. Philosophies that talk of how materiel things hold one back are correct. But I'm too much of a dragon to be able to give it all away. That means selling, which means work. I go through these phases once in a while, and then I find it's all too hard and give up again.

Then there are things to do to the house. I need a DVS type of system. Fujitsu is doing a six months no pay plus another 18 months interest free deal. I might go for it. I need to fix, or get fixed taps and showers. That kitchen needs work. I want to start painting my room, though strangely the bit I want to paint most is the skirting. I want to replace the old, worn, and cat-stained carpet throughout the upper storey with wood. I want to sand away the mould layers in the bathroom. I want to fix the bits of wall that are missing broken, or in bad repair. I want to remove garden rubbish from around the house.

It must be Spring.

I should plan and prepare, have a budget, have a project plan, do things in the logical order, but part of me just wants to get on with something, to "just do it" like the Nike slogan. Which reminds me, today I saw a Nike swoosh logo at the station with the word Nike above it, and an image came into my head, I shall have to try and capture it.

This morning I actually remember part of last night's dream.

I was at what was nominally a role-playing / gaming convention, but in a location that seemed more like a tented military camp. I remember thinking that although it was a role-playing convention, I hadn't actually played in any of the games, having spent more time just hanging out with people, treating it more like a burner event.

Some flist people put in appearances. xhile was dj-ing on a constructed stage down a hill in a paddock, in the middle of the day, wearing what looked like wet-weather clothing. I remember thinking "He's starting way early, most people are still in session. And what's with the wet-weather gear?"

house_monkey was in the camp kitchen making pizza for everybody's dinner. One of the organizers asked him how many he'd made, and he, in exasperation said "Twenty!" This was obviously far too few for the assembled crowds, but neither I nor the organizer-person was sure whether house_monkey was being sarcastic or serious.

I remember being late for dinner because of dancing. The mess tent was full. My friends and I grabbed fold-up chairs and tables from somewhere and set ourselves up just outside the tent.

That's about it really. But at least I remembered something for a change.