The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors

Back from camping, and other stuff...

We had a great (though brief) time camping in our favorite part of the Sierra Nevada mountains last weekend. I think that might be the earliest we've ever been to that area. There were lots of seasonal streams and swampy spots, including a river bed that has always been bone dry (we wondered just last year if the water had been diverted away sometime in the past). One hike crosses the Long Lake dam, and Christopher and I had to pick our way over via boulders since waves were sloshing over the spillway we usually use. :0

I didn't sleep well overnight (rarely do, when we're camping), and had the strangest dream. I was in high school with Jensen and Jared (the show was over, and they'd gone back to finish their coursework-- obviously, they were much younger in the dream!). Jared had a bowl cut that was much too short, and I caught a glimpse of him in Supernatural Class (!). Jensen shared a class with me that entailed... taking care of kittens (if only they'd given high school credit for that back in MY day). Most of the dream involved prying my class schedule out of the administration, and attending two P.E. classes that featured indoor softball (as in, held in a classroom. I could hardly see the ball with all the tall people standing in front of me). Two P.E. classes, and somehow my half of the group was always in the outfield so I never got a turn at bat (the only part of softball at which I'm remotely competent). Then the dream degenerated into a horror movie, with people throwing acid on other people and limbs being smoked off and other yucky stuff. You understand...

I'm trying to get things ready for our trip to Oregon to visit family (I'll print out this year's packing list later). I hope I get a chance to do some writing, both for finishing my WIPs and for some of my owed fics and new schmoop_bingo efforts (so far, I'm writing according to prompts I like rather than toward an actual bingo plan). My Dad has no Internet access anymore, so I may be offline most of the time unless his neighbor still has leachable wireless.

Watched more of S2 Psych last night, and there was one conversation set in the past that cracked me up. I relayed the gist of it to Christopher, since he likes chess:

Little Shawn: I use my sad, pointy-faced man to take your horse.
Past-Dad: Shawn, if you're ever going to be ready for the force you have to pay attention to details. All of these pieces have names! What do we call this one?
Little Shawn: I call him 'Dwight.'


Tags: humor, me, random, tv, weird dreams fall out of my head

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