
On Saturday I slept until like noon. I had been up until 4am the night previous listening to a live band playing in Rensselaer. I ended up playing the congo drum again by the end of the night. At any rate, I was still a little tired so I decided to watch some TV. I don't often find myself watching TV but sometimes it's fun. Well I happened upon the Alton Brown show on the food network. He was "lost" on a deserted island and the show was about making Pacific Island style food. He made a whole bunch of different food but one recipe caught my eye. The Sweet and Sour Pork. It looked so good. I tooled around the house a little bit, washed my bedding, and started to get hungry around 5pm. So I called up Maura (she was suppose to call me around 4pm so she could do her laundry) and asked her if she wanted to try cooking some sweet and sour chicken and sushi for dinner. I cleaned myself up a little bit and dropped by her house to pick her up. We went to the store and bought all the various things we needed for the meal. Alton said it would only take 30-minutes to prepare the food but I would like to challenge that. We started cooking around 6pm and didn't eat until maybe 8pm. It was so yummy. Now, the picture I've included is just the aftermath of the dinner. After we had devoured the sweet and sour chicken and some overly wasabified sushi! I heart Alton Brown!

Yesterday was such a nice day and it is tradition in my family to use Sunday afternoons for light cleaning of things that make a big difference. The most common thing we do is laundry or wash the car. Well, I had finished my laundry on Friday afternoon so I decided to wash my car. I hadn't washed the car for at least 8 months so it was time for that task to be taken on. I put some shorts and sandals on and started washing the car. While I was washing the car (no music or anything to distract my holy solitude) I started thinking how strange it was that if I were to walk outside with underwear on it would be considered indecent but if I am wearing a different fabric the act is completely licit. There I was glistening in the sun with only a pair of shorts separating me from an illicit scandal and proper social decorum. It seems to me the connection (or disconnect) is that in shorts I can work but in underwear I can only play (as it were). In shorts I can be a decent producer in a population but in underwear I can only entertain my unproductive pleasures. The Occident is such a weirdly configured culture. So I've included a picture that may be scandalous to some just to show that it's really not all that scandalous to not be a mindless producing worker bee and just have fun some times.
Speaking of weird, I took some melatonin last night to get my sleep schedule back in sync. I always have the most lucid dreams when I take that stuff and last night was no exception.
I dreamt I was asleep in my bed--or at least trying to get to sleep. While I was laying there on the bed a demon started to sneak out from under my bed. This demon is one that has bothered me since I was maybe 6 years old and he was up to his old tricks again. This time I wasn't going to take it!
He tried to put me under his paralysis spell but I broke free and chased him back underneath the bed. I searched through all the junk under the bed trying to find him but he was nowhere in site. I attempted to go back to sleep again but he started to creep out from under the bed again. I lunged at him but he escaped. I realized I would never be able to catch him and just as I made the realization I heard a familiar sound outside the door to my bedroom. I got up and opened the door. It was my dog Schmedly. He is a huge white sheep dog and I had him crawl into bed with me and he slept next to me protecting me from the edge of the bed. While I was trying to get back to sleep I began to get sad for my Schmedly because I hadn't payed much attention to him and he must be really lonely. I started to wonder what he did all day and night while I wasn't even noticing his presences in the house (I don't really have a dog at the house so that fact was melding into the dream but I think it meant something more). As I am pondering this and thinking that Schmedly must be occupying his time in the extra room I have in the house, I hear the sound of someone vomiting in my bathroom. I get up and walk to the bathroom to see who it is. When I open the door I see my sister bent over the toilet and some guy behind her having sex with her or at least finishing up having sex with her. He seems to be of
indios or Indian decent. So the most logical thing I can think of to do to stop this horrible scene is to start kissing the guy. The guy doesn't resist and magically my sister is cured and is now wearing cloths somehow. She yells at me, "That's gross. Stop it!" I realize I need to protect my sister from this boy and so I rush him into my bedroom and into a corner. (in real life I had just put up new curtains that day that block all the light from coming into my room) It was extremely dark in my room thanks to the new curtains and so she couldn't see us. The dream breaks and the guy, my sister and my cousin (Angie) are all in the living-room mixing themselves some drinks. The head out onto the front porch and start drinking. Some time passes and a whole bunch of cops start pulling up to the house. I think to myself, "Oh shit, they are not old enough to be drinking." The cops start to arrest the three so I go out to the cops to see what I can do to help my sister and her friends. While I am out there we are all introduced to the new "High Supreme Bishop Sheriff" (seriously, that was his title). We are all told to address him by his title and no body can remember what it is but I merely address him as "Sergeant." My sister and the gang are escorted off in handcuffs and the lead investigator comes up to me and says he wants to take a look inside the house. I oblige and as soon as we get into the house I wake up. Things I realize when I wake up are that; a) my sister is old enough to drink and so is my cousin, b) Schmedly has been dead for 8 years, and c) I am sweating like there is no tomorrow. When I get back to sleep I have another dream about being in an intergalactic army that is focused on food for some reason. It is really crazy. The only way to gain mastery of the skills needed to advance is to eat the "master's" spaghetti but I'm the only one that realizes that. Also, there is a scene in the dream where someone is frying some food up and there is this one girl that is using her hands to fetch the fried food. It was really weird. Like I said, lucid dreams!