Stubborn Idealism
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Reworked The Blog
Date: Thu 9 February 2006
Time: 1:53 PM EST
The file for this blog was getting pretty big, so I moved it to a MySQL database and changed the PHP file to just serve up a few of the entries at a time. I also wrote a web form for myself to post new entries; previously, I had just been editing the text file by hand. This entry is the first test of the new system.
Star Wars III
Date: Wed 8 February 2006
Time: 11:03 PM EST
I just finished watching Star Wars III on a rental video. I'm glad I didn't make the mistake of spending money to see it in a theater, like I did with the first two. If they had put even a tenth of the effort into character development and dialog that they spent on special effects, then these three movies would have been classics in their own time, just like the original three Star Wars movies were.
Bad Dreams
Date: Sun 5 February 2006
Time: 7:44 PM EST
Yesterday on the train ride home, a Blood warned me to be careful and stay out of the rougher neighborhoods because the gang was riled up over some big game. As I walked home from the bus stop, I had my right hand in my pocket holding my pocket knife with the blade out just in case.
At home late that evening, I ate hot wings for dinner, and it was after midnight by the time I finished eating and went to bed.
And then came the worst dreams I have ever had....
The first one was short but really disturbing. I was in a room with two metal doors and a small metal box like a miniature dumpster. A man was with me in the room, roughly holding a small girl child who looked like she'd been badly abused. He put her in the mini-dumpster, handed me a taser, and told me to kill the little girl with it when I heard two knocks on the left door. He left through the other door. Then the little girl collapsed in the dumpster and blood came out of her mouth and leaked out the corners of the box onto the floor. I moved away from it as it spread, but then blood started gushing in a fountain from her body and covered everything in the room and I couldn't breathe because it was raining blood so thickly. I screamed and that was the end of the dream.
In the other dream, I was walking down the sidewalk past a group of black teenagers all wearing various pieces of red clothing, sitting along the sidewalk. I wasn't watching where I was going and accidentally knocked one of them in the back of the head with my hand as I walked by. He got up and came after me with a knife. I took out my pocket knife and stabbed him to death, but not before he cut me very badly across my right cheek. The others came after me then, and I ran. They chased me up a flight of stairs inside some building. I found a steak knife and cut off the heads of two or three of the ones who got close enough. Some other people approached me trying to get me to stop killing, and I cut off their heads too. I tried to hide in an empty room, but one of the people found me and told the police where I was. A police car pulled up and I put my hands up and that was the end of the dream.
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