Last night I dreamed I needed to take my giant Mecha-Kong to the airport. At first I wanted to take the subway, but then I realized the Mecha-Kong was too big. Instead the Mecha-Kong waded in the East River while I rode in its skull.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Wow.
That kinda rocks.
The East River was gross! There was trash from McDonalds floating by, and Mecha-Kong had to pick up and examine it.
Tom wins at dreams! Except for maybe the gross river stuff. But still.
Coolest. Dream. Ever.
I had the boring dream last night, about work! It was kinda cool, because Jim Beaver of SPN was one of the teachers I worked with, only all I ever saw of him was the notes he left students on their homework that I was mailing back to them.
I had another dirty dream about Hugh Laurie.
Braggart.
Last cute boy dream I had featured Christian Kane. Wasn't very naughty, but was very cute. His hair was great.
Last I had started as Hugh Laurie for the banter and then once it got to the making out like crazed weasels, he became Colin Firth. Nice work, subconscious!
I am now up to page 80 of my dissertation. Almost there!
I've also discussed the math job search a bit with some other people, and it seems like nearly everybody except people with really great research is in the same place as me -- interviews, and then silence.