So I had a weird dream last night. I was apparently time-travelling with some of the characters from my WIP, and my real-life friends actually lived in these different times we travelled to. I don't really remember much about the different times, though one was apparently a dystopian future and one of my WIP characters got recruited into the resistance (because there's always a resistance in any dystopian future). So I'm sitting on the porch of a house, waiting while she's inside talking with a contact and I see what looks like a police robot (because the police in the future always have robots) firing lasers off every-which way. When it gets closer, it turns out to be something that looks like the hair monster from the old Looney Toons, only brown, with the Chicago Cubs symbol on its chest. My dream self surmissed this was the Cub's mascot in this future, so when it glared at me I yelled "Go Cubbies" which prompted it to leave me alone. And then I woke up.
Apparently I should avoid eating a Peanut Buster Parfait and then playing several hours of Halo before bed.
Maybe my subconscious was trying to tell me the Cubs need to make a laser-firing hair monster their mascot in order to break the curse.
Then again, I think the monster was causing random destruction because the Cubs had lost, so maybe not.
I also had a bizarre dream last night. I dreamt I moved into a housing co-op (the hippy-ish sort that you might find near a university) and I just kept making mistakes that pissed everyone off. For example, it was brought to my attention that I had paid my deposit with play money. (It was an accident! I just happened to have play money around when I mailed the deposit in, and accidentally included the play money instead of real money. Why I was mailing cash in the first place I don't know.) And there were a cople other things I did that pissed people off. And I'm not even going to go into the bizarre sex....
in Britain you can end a sentence containing a quoted sentence with two full stops, one inside the quotes and one outside.
I think that is horse hockey. The circumstances under which you get to double-bag on punctuation are extremely few. Brits do punctuate quotations differently -- they tend to put closing punctuation outside the quote mark -- but you'd only need two marks if they were different. E.g., if the quote ends with a question, but the sentence is not asking that question, you might end up with something like:
Jeffrey was too dumb to wonder, "What if it kills me?".
(In American English, the final period is unneceessary, and really, it's not necessary in British English either.)
But there's no reason to end the sentence-ending quote with a period and then ALSO end the sentence with a period. One or the other, but not both.
Now playing: "Half-Breed" by Cher!
I think bob bob's adviser is kooky, and I've emailed my picky British consultants to confirm.
There are worse ways to go:
Man trapped in tank of chocolate for two hours
Associated Press
Published August 18, 2006, 7:29 AM CDT
KENOSHA, Wis. -- A 21-year-old man was trapped in a tank of chocolate for about two hours early Friday, police said.
Capt. Randy Berner said the worker said he got into the tank at the Debelis Corp. to unplug it and became trapped waist deep in the chocolate.
"It was pretty thick. It was virtually like quicksand," Berner said, and co-workers, police and firefighters were not able to get him out until the chocolate could be thinned out.
I'm pretty sure I've seen the two full stops things quite a few times, though it seems antiquated. This is completely off the top of my head, however.
There are worse ways to go:
Anyone else reminded of
Strange Brew
? (A tragically underrated movie.)
