In My Brain While Sleeping… A Double Dose Of Sci-Fi, Not A Bit Of Sex

I often find myself debating the big questions of the universe.  The biggest? 

Am I a nerd, a dork, or a geek?

This pair of dreams that I had in one (count ’em, one!) night might mean the answer to the overhead head-banger is:

All of the above

DREAM SEQUENCE ALPHA

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"Why so blue...?"

Life was going on as normal, if you consider normal being tormented by a Blue Man (not of any particular Group, it seemed).  Determined to destroy my life – and possibly murder me – this Blue Man turned up everywhere.

Work.  Home.  Bars.  Family and friends’ homes.

I couldn’t escape his attacks (unfortunately, as it is with dreams, the details are a little fuzzy).  When I finally stood my ground and confronted him, he acknowledged that I passed his test.

As it turned out, he was an Omnipotent Immortal and indeed belonged to a Group of like-hued fellows.  Their numbers were diminishing, and all the hell I had went through was like a hazing process.

Long story short, I became a Blue Man and started tormenting my friends and family with all my new found powers…

DREAM SEQUENCE BETA

I was standing in a dim room full of floating dust, dander bouncing and dancing in the narrow beams of sunlight.

A friend turned to me and said:

The entire Star Trek universe is in this room.  Like how that entire galaxy fit in a marble in the first Men in Black film…

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I'm squishing your head, I mean, universe.

 Then he corrected himself:

Well, not the Delta Quadrant.  I didn’t really like Voyager that much.

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I looked closely at the soaring particles, and this is what I saw.

 INGREDIENTS: Peanut butter on a bagel back in the mix.  Yeah yeah!

Happy (Geeky) Find… Turk As Lando? Yes, Please!

On last night’s Late Night with Jimmy Fallon (btw… can’t wait for Conan’s return June 1st!), Scrubs’ Donald Faison stopped by to promote his new film, Next Day Air, but who cares about that!  He has an even better idea for a new movie…

Via Star Wars Blog:

It’d be The Chronicles of Lando Calrissian starring Donald Faison. I’d be Lando. And it would be before he lost the Millennium Falcon to Han Soloin that Sabacc game. And we would be cruising across the galaxy in the Falcon gettin’ chicks, drinking ale. And the hair would be phenomenal! I’d have to wear a wig or what we could do is just shave my head for back in the day when Lando used to shave his head. He’d have a whole new crew. It would be before Episode IV. So Episode 3.5 or 3.6.

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BONUS STAR WARS NERDINESS: I thought of this idea a day or so ago for some reason… thank Jedis somebody else already made it, because I’m far too lazy.  I only wish it was made to Alien Ant Farm’s version of Smooth Criminal rather than Michael Jackson’s, as the original runs a little long, but hey… M’Beg’gers can’t be Chewies.

InASense, Lost… Toys Are Not For Wii Ones

My sister, Tammie, had a good chortle guffaw chuckle when she heard me ask this one time:

Hey Chris, what does it mean when my Wii’s glowing blue?

She lost it, and upon thinking how ridiculous it sounded out of context, others joined her giggles, myself included.  As it turns out, she may slowly be turning into my foil.

Let me further explain.

Last night, one of my friends stopped by with his two sons.  They’re cute enough, nice enough kids, but where my friend made the mistake was to inform his children that I had toys.

What I have are not toys.  They’re collectibles.  Two totally different things.

Upon arriving, and not expecting them to stay long as I had mentioned plans to head to trivia, the boys whipped off their scarves and knit caps and bundled coats and proclaimed, “Where’s the toys?”

I begrudgingly lead the trio back to my DVD room (yes, they have their own room… they kinda require a room when they reach 1200+).  In there, I have Indiana Jones figures, Lego playsets, Transformers, and Matt Trakker of M.A.S.K. re-released as a G.I. Joe, all in their packages.  Of course, the first thing to reached for is Trakker.

“I know how to put this together,” the oldest proclaimed.

“So do I,” was my response as I put it back.

On one of the cabinets, I have some open figures on display which include mini Ninja Turtles, mini Transformers, a mini Grimlock cartoon figure that does not move, and both versions of Bumblebee from the Michael Bay movie.

They moved onto these collectibles, and within minutes, Grimlock was in pieces (I don’t think he’s supposed to come that much apart, if even at all), the rubberbands holding the weapons in the Turtles’ hands were snapped, and the ’77 Camaro Bumblebee was being stabbed by his own laser sword.

I have learned patience through all the years of working with computers, but when it comes to children—

My friend kept talking to me and I kept thinking, doesn’t he see what they’re doing?  The youngest had to go #2 and took Raphael with him.  Raphael!  RAPHAEL?!

When they were finally getting packed up to ship out, I told my friend he could visit with them again in about 10 years.

Now back to Tammie.  As I recounted the situation to her, she just laughed at me again.  The definition of a foil according to Answers.com:

One that by contrast underscores or enhances the distinctive characteristics of another: “I am resolved my husband shall not be a rival, but a foil to me” (Charlotte Brontë).

She said, “You do realize you’re complaining about children playing with your toys.”

I still can’t find Grimlock’s lower jaw.