...and it was the same universe from when it was the DeVry one, and it was merged with UAF and the trains. The college universe? Universityverse? Can't remember much now.
And last night, it was the crazy lady who was planning on making a musical assault with speakers and so forth. Nephew had a robot companion who had been the one who had initiated the calling him by a close variant of his name that ISN'T his name, and the robot also made household items disappear so as to make high-tech toy weaponry to sell.
There was a circus/renfair thing at Aunt Fran's house in the yard. We went over to the neighbors up the hill in the trailer, and they had bread and fruitcake and wanted us to adopt this bald-headed rooster who looked to have been the same breed of birdie as La Boca; I had been petting the bird, and he liked it, then he hopped out of my lap, stood tall (and looked like Xiao Ji as he did it) and bowed to me. He had some questions to ask me. The rooster thing was before the fair, and the fair was where the crazy lady was planning things.
There was something involving interstates and library security systems, I think.
The crazy lady -- or was it me? -- had been planning to kill her rival with the electricity from the cut and stripped four-strand wide white plastic cord thing, then kill herself. Instead, she opted for a duct tape belt to put the speakers on, and the cord to activate the CD player. Votania told me that the lady was going to be kicked out of the place by management, and I said I'd already taken care of that.
I was looking through my b: drive for posters to print out for Nephew when the alarm went off; I was going back to the nap and dream, figuring on another hit of the snooze to get me through it, when I heard Bad Noises, like a bowl falling to the floor, and it sounded like it was not in the kitchen. Grabbed nightgown, glasses, and Bonky Flashlight, opened door and turned on light --
-- spotlighting a very guilty-looking cat.
Flashed light around living room, saw no intruder, came back in here, said, "Fuckit", and got on computer.
Needing the clothing thing so I may tease the Darkside-thing.
And last night, it was the crazy lady who was planning on making a musical assault with speakers and so forth. Nephew had a robot companion who had been the one who had initiated the calling him by a close variant of his name that ISN'T his name, and the robot also made household items disappear so as to make high-tech toy weaponry to sell.
There was a circus/renfair thing at Aunt Fran's house in the yard. We went over to the neighbors up the hill in the trailer, and they had bread and fruitcake and wanted us to adopt this bald-headed rooster who looked to have been the same breed of birdie as La Boca; I had been petting the bird, and he liked it, then he hopped out of my lap, stood tall (and looked like Xiao Ji as he did it) and bowed to me. He had some questions to ask me. The rooster thing was before the fair, and the fair was where the crazy lady was planning things.
There was something involving interstates and library security systems, I think.
The crazy lady -- or was it me? -- had been planning to kill her rival with the electricity from the cut and stripped four-strand wide white plastic cord thing, then kill herself. Instead, she opted for a duct tape belt to put the speakers on, and the cord to activate the CD player. Votania told me that the lady was going to be kicked out of the place by management, and I said I'd already taken care of that.
I was looking through my b: drive for posters to print out for Nephew when the alarm went off; I was going back to the nap and dream, figuring on another hit of the snooze to get me through it, when I heard Bad Noises, like a bowl falling to the floor, and it sounded like it was not in the kitchen. Grabbed nightgown, glasses, and Bonky Flashlight, opened door and turned on light --
-- spotlighting a very guilty-looking cat.
Flashed light around living room, saw no intruder, came back in here, said, "Fuckit", and got on computer.
Needing the clothing thing so I may tease the Darkside-thing.