Short spurts

[muckefuck]

I dreamt too much again last night. I say "too much", because dreaming means I wasn't sleeping soundly. The most vivid bit was a wrong number. Some guy called and offered me "slum clearance." "I can take care of the Latinos for you," he said matter-of-factly in his Outer Borough accent. "What number are you calling?" I asked, and he repeated mine, only with the area code "311". "Ah," I said, "this is 312. You're calling Chicago, buddy." (Actually, now that I think of it, that's not actually my area code. Stupid dreams.) He rang off.

So, of course, I awoke with a burning curiosity to discover what city he thought he was calling. When I got to work, I started looking up area codes. The first site described 311 as "Reserved for special applications". In context it sounded almost...sinister. I found more detail on another site and slapped my forehead: 311! It's the non-emergency number for municipal services! Which would imply that he was calling from within Chicago trying to reach a city office.

Suddenly, it all makes sense.

In other news, I saw the Three Geek Drakes again last night. The downpour had doubled the size of their puddle and connected it to another one on the opposite side of a tree, creating a postively spacious u-shaped pool. All three were happily moving about.

My transition from chez Monshu to my hole-in-the-wall was flawless, btw. I waited in the living room, listening to New Wave tunes on cable, until the rain slackened (oh, and until "How soon is now" had chugged to its lugubrious conclusion). Mere minutes after I made it to the shelter, the bus came. When it dropped me off in the park, there was hardly a spattering of drops from above. These gradually increased as I walked the three blocks home, but only burst into a renewed downpour after I was snug in my apartment with my clothes off. Go me!

Comments

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

D00d! Now I am going to think of you every time I listen to that cable music channel. Of course, our guide is messed up, so to get to New Wave, you have to pick Show Tunes. I love that.

Plus: they never play the Cars!

But I've already waited too long / And all my hope is gone.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I've only been listening to it for a little while and its flaws are already starting to become apparent. After maybe five total hours of tuning in, I shouldn't already be hearing repeats. This is the second time I've heard HSIN, for instance, though I haven't heard them play another Smiths song.

But the 80's channel plays the Cars and the Party Music channel has a remarkable amount of 80's music, so I sometimes switch between those three depending on what's playing. That's just harder to do when I'm on the computer in the other room.

Re: But I've already waited too long / And all my hope is gone.

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

No, no. Not playing the Cars is a GOOD thing. If I were Empress of the World, the Cars and UB40 would be banned from being played anywhere near me.