LiveJournal 2002-03-11: Difference between revisions

<small>2002-03-10 08:25:51</small>  

===<h2>I dream of ZANY===

</h2> Before I get onto the meat of the message, the quote from yesterday has been added to my <a>[http://briefcase.yahoo.com/joshua_sone Briefcase]</a> in the Messed Up Folder. Scat.wma, loonies. ---------- I can actually see several really skewed versions of things that I talked or thought about yesterday, or are just plain facts, so it's pretty neat from my point of view. Not '''<b>totally'''</b> totally out of the blue like Jaleno. OK, so for whatever reason, I was going on a weekend trip to Japan with my grandparents. And The Daily Show's Steve Carell too, of course. We had several plane switches, or at least refuelings: Mississippi, and Baghdad. So we arrived in Japan. There are some guys in a bar arguing about misleading wording of supposed prostitution services ripping them off. They pine for the simple US. Next thing I remember, we're in some big mostly book store, but also part food and electronics store. Steve and I are just lost and confused in there, not understanding a lick of anything. At some point, we rip open a package of food to get some; we had a good reason, but it's no longer with me. After unsuccessfully looking for the Weekly World News, I stumble upon the section that had high definition and widescreen TVs. I see a somewhat angry employee coming, though, so I leave because I'm not actually buying anything and didn't want him hassling me. I go outside to our Blazer and we've taken off, when Grandma tells me Kouban came, but she sent him off because I wasn't there yet. That's when I remember that Kouban lives in Japan, and we were supposed to meet up, and he was the angry employee that passed me by. By that time we're already on the road and leaving, though, so not much I can do. I communicate with Kouban somehow, and he claims he's in a different part of town, so I'm left confused as to why someone was impersonating him or there are two hims. So we go to the airport, ready to take the same trail back as we came on, and only then do I realize how stupid the idea of going from the US to Japan via Iraq is, but what the hell. For whatever reason, Iraq sent some aircraft to make sure our flight was safe. The aircraft were Tie Fighters. My view switched to a Rogue Leader third-person view, with the Ties as my wingmen. We tried to go flying down in this canyon that was obviously our objective, but we crashed several times, so I guess lost the game. From there on there's nothing clear until I wake. '''<b>Current Mood:'''</b> confused '''<b>Current Music:'''</b> scat.wma <small><a>[http://proth.livejournal.com/11687.html Original]</a></small>