Dreams

I have freaky dreams. I used to blog about them, until the glory of Twitter. Now they come in tweet-form the moment after I have them.

Here are my most recent ones, spelling mistakes and all:

I had a dream last night a parking inspector gave me a $1000+ fine and that I had a nervous breakdown. Crazy.

Had a dream about riding a motor-powered bicycle to uni. The bicycle got smaller and higher powered as I rode until it became a tricycle.

Had a dream about looking at the night sky outside a public library in July and seeing the Second Coming of Christ as an alien Santa Claus.

Had a dream that a ware-worm burrowed into my left foot. Yes! A ware-worm! Like, what?!

Dreamt the Govenor General was a zombie. Now I'm late for uni.

Dreamed I went to Canada (which was a fairytale land) for a YouTube gathering where an old lady with TB dressed as a wolf to try and eat me.

I also recall having a dream about Cuba being an American dependency. America had turned it into a wildlife park and had their federal police chasing me around like a terrorist because I had failed to stop at a stop sign. I remember looking for an ATM but I couldn't find one because Cuba is a Communist nation. Also the mosquito where attacking me, so I covered myself in mud.

I didn't tweet it though because, as you can see, it was far more than 140 characters long.

Collaborations

Ten zillion apologies for the criminal neglect this blog has received. I have been fornicating with uni and the self-inflicted dramas associated with that lifestyle.

I did, however, make a collaboration video with my friend Mat from YouTube-slash-church. I'm rather pleased with it, although every time I watch it I think it makes less sense.



I was also part of a birthday collaboration. I appear near the end; hyperventilating in the Harry Potter glasses.

I really, genuinely heart you all!

Things Cost Money

I'm seriously considering it. I need to get to Sydney. Twice.



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Not-So-Beautiful Collision

Last Monday my IRL and online selves collided in a scream of broken glass and twisted metal and dirty looks.



My lecturer for my Digital Publishing class decides to cover Web 2.0 aggregator thingies like digg and twitter. (I put those two together because although they are vastly different in the way they are used they often fill the same function).



'Yay!' I exclaim. I love twitter. It's a really handy thing to add 'spur of the moment' flavour to blogging and to help keep me in touch with my friends.



Then he put up my twitter profile for everyone to see. I thought that would be okay. In my mind I'm always aware that anything I put online is available for a n y o n e to see. I guess if each and every one of those people found it individually it would have been different. As a whole class it was it was kind of embarrassing.



Not unbearably embarrasing, but enough to make me look like I "have no life". Also my profile picture didn't help. I have a life. I sometimes tweet the things I do so my friends can share in it. What's wrong with that?



Anyway, now I am 'that guy' in the class. It's a bit of an awkward position to be in, particularly when I can't contain my enthusiasm for all things webby. I guess this was to be expected though. That's just what happens when you put stuff on the internet.



You won't be laughing once I'm rolling in HYPOTHETICAL INTERNET MONEH!!!



(ooooh Southpark ftw)