Friday, January 19, 2018 —> -8˚C / +17˚F & clear with overbright sunlight on snow @ 10:49 am in Atlantic Canada —
– Windchimes with the sanskrit symbol for ‘Aum’ and a couple crystals in the background. – Against a white curtain? –
— Not so long ago, this morning, our local radio morning talk show host told us it was -9˚C here while my weather app thought it was -15˚C – a difference of 6 degrees C equals a difference of about 12 degrees Fahrenheit. That might be significant.
— I’ve been having some more vivid than usual dreams lately. And I’ve had vivid dreams almost all my life. But these were so stable and so finely detailed that I could easily believe I was either dreaming somebody else’s memories, or their life in real time. — Possibly in a parallel world? — I won’t know for a while, I guess. In one dream I was training to be a Marine. The next night I dreamed I was being told how to use a vehicle and weaponry with biometrics. The vehicle wouldn’t start without verification that it was me in the driver’s seat and the weapons would not power up or fire without similar verification. An automatic pistol could detach itself from an iron tube that it hid inside of, with extra pieces of metal to disguise what it actually was. I was told how to get the pistol out from its disguise and they had me load its magazine and get the magazine back up inside it – They also told me that the pistol had an extra fail-safe. If I couldn’t get the safety off in a certain amount of time on the first try it wouldn’t fire because it would guess that I was impaired. There was an over-ride word I could think intensely that would allow me to use the pistol if – for instance, the reason I couldn’t get the safety off correctly on the first try was something like my fingers were frozen or numb. After I woke up I was not bothered by the idea that anybody was training my dream self how to use weapons like that, I was more fascinated by the idea that these dreams were so finely detailed, and weird dream things did not happen, like: in a lot of dreams -one person might morph into another – somebody would be there one minute and gone the next – or people I’d never seen before knew my name? — That kind of thing did not happen in these dreams.
– “Seriously, now-” –
— On other fronts: WordPress keeps updating and one of the blogs I help a friend maintain is constantly tossing out all the changes we made to the fonts, etc., and reverting to default settings each time it decides we can’t live without the latest update/upgrade. So I’m fairly well acquainted with the process of going into the stylesheet { .css } and resetting the fonts { etc. } —> With this last update/upgrade – when I went to fix their decision that they know better than we know how our blogs should look – it put a popup warning in front of their ‘edit css’ page that said, “Do you really want to do this?” { implying that only an idiot would want to change their default fonts? I cannot stand sans-serif fonts! They are a blight on my creativity! } And in order to get rid of the popup warning – they want us to click on one of two ‘buttons’ = ‘Go Back’ or ‘Okay’. In my first three tries to get to the stinkin edit page, either choice button obliterated the edit page and put me back at the dashboard. Einstein’s definition of insanity aside, I tried again and on the fourth try I was able to actually get to the “edit css” page and – freakin wonder of wonders? – I was actually *allowed* to edit the fonts again. I did have to ignore two more warnings – It looks way too much like WordPress is hell-beant on trying to sell me a premium customization package. && They have more than one scam going, trying to scare their loyal users into spending money on services we never needed before they figured out a way to extort $$’s out of us with ‘Omigod! You’re trying to do something that might not be entirely safe!’ b.s. tactics.
— And on the humourous front: Somebody asked a journalist last night if they thought the latest head of the Conservative Party of Canada was using some kind of clever tactics to push his agenda forward. The Journalist responded with an answer along the lines, of: “No, this guy is not intelligent enough to conceive of something like that.” The current head of the Conservative Party of Canada looks like a pathological liar who is stupid enough to believe he is putting something over on everybody every time he opens his mouth and lets any words march out. It’s absolutely creepy. My flesh crawls every time this guy appears on a television screen in my general vicinity.
— & now when I finish with this posting I need to go into my ‘edit css’ page on this blog and undo their freakin asinine defaults in this blog.
— grrrrrrrrrrrrrr —
~~~~~ Jim
), and then, on the pillow above my head, purring purring purring. That’s how I fell asleep, to the wonderful sounds of cat purring. Did you know that the frequency of cat purr is supposed to be very healing?
. He really did miss having another cat around.
