#2 I was dance partner for NF training for some Dancing with the Stars type show.
I just happened to tell an Israeli friend (who recently read Allyson's book) about NF calling you, via ita, on 3am on that night of the "Serenity" premiere. Could my e-mail to her - um, in Hebrew - somehow infiltrated your dreams and danced its way to your subconscious?
In other, even more meMeME news, my own computer still hates me (and the poor system administrator who tried so hard to solve the problem still didn't find a way to fix things), but I managed to find a somebody-else's computer who is willing to talk to me. So if nothing can be solved here, I may be able to take the very final finish stage, and just do it on his computer. It's a sort-of-walkaround let's-go-to-the-north-pole-via-Australia sort of solution, but it's definitely better than none.
Oh, and it shows that I wasn't insane (um, regarding this), that what I wrote does make sense, it's just that my own computer was changing versions and refusing to understand that sense. So there.
I only wish I didn't have to waste practically all of last week over this.
t /meMeME for now
t Oh, who am I kidding, that tag doesn't close
Yay Nilly! I'm so glad some sort of solution was found.
Aw, Nilly, nothing more frustrating than computer frustration!
I only wish I didn't have to waste practically all of last week over this.
Yeah, you don't need that, heading up to a deadline! I'm glad it seems to be working out, though.
So, I was going to get a pedicure today, but I'm sunburned right on the bottom of the front of my legs, since I didn't reapply after standing in the surf for a while on Friday. So I would NOT enjoy the leg-rubbing portion of the pedicure. Next weekend, I guess....
Edit: Shins! I knew there had to be a name for the front-of-the-leg.
I hate computer frustration as well. It sucks. But happy that is is cured!
Last night, after I dreamt about Patrick Stump and Faith (from Buffy) and woke up to post about it in my livejournal, I dreamt about a time-traveling murderer wearing a joker mask. The interesting thing was that each time the murder didn't go as planned, he went back in time, but so did all the other people. This also involved a getaway car with no driver, that was steered basically by ramming it into things. And then when he time traveled into the 50's no one told him that the expressway wasn't completed, so he drove into the lake.
Actually, Bayistas, I need a rec for a pedi. My toes are in wretched shape and I'd like them to look purdy by Thursday when the cocktail party rounds start.
I'm so glad some sort of solution was found.
Thanks, Shir and Jesse [Edit: and Sophia]. And it's complete with I'm-not-insane, so that's a definite plus.
nothing more frustrating than computer frustration!
Computer frustration when you have a deadline in 3 days.
(I should change my user name to "whiny", huh? Snow White didn't have that as one of the dwarfs, right?)
I dreamt that I ran into my first love on the street with his wife and child, and he pulled me aside and said, "I still love you." which is when I woke up. Muy disturbing.
I dreamt that Orson Welles was a Vince Lombardi type leader of some project I was working on. He was quite forceful and charismatic, but all I could think was. Hey! It's Orson Welles!
t Whiny
I never remember my dreams
But I love reading about other people's dreams. So thank you.
