today, all day, i have been alternately whistling "get over yourself" by those popstars, eden's crush, and "do you know the muffin man." the first one makes sense. the second, however, does not.

do you watch "trading spaces" or "the naked chef?" if not, boo on you.

last night's dream: i was in a tornado. i was at a grocery store with my friend joan. we heard the tornado coming and ran to the back of the store to find stuff flying through the air. a man directed us to a basement, and we ran down the stairs. we sat there for quite some time and then crawled back to street level to find most of the store gone. we tried to leave the store and find out what else was destroyed, but never could.

i've had plenty of dreams about tornados -- considering i live in alabama. but the bad thing about this dream was that it took the same path of a major tornado that came through huntsville in 1989. the tornado that hit a block from my house. not fun. bad memories.

for all you TIVO junkies out there -- super secret 30 second skip code. Here's some other stuff about TIVO too. i tried it, that 30 second trick, and it actually worked. |via: bradlands, et al.|

thursday night i had a particularly disturbing dream. i was at a beach of sorts, running next to a house, looking out for someone -- someone dangerous. then they appear out of no where, they being an older lady, and point a gun at me. i am, at this point, squatting on a boardwalk in front of the house. to my right are family and friends. to the left is someone else, another girl. the woman with the gun turns facing the other girl, still pointing the gun at me, and asks us both a question. then turns to me saying i have to answer or she'll shoot. she then asks me the question again, and as soon as she finishes saying her last word she pulls the trigger several times, not even giving me a chance to answer. i remember looking down, with my hands at my stomach covered in blood. then i look to my right again at all my friends just standing there doing nothing. just watching me.

what do you think it means?

my alma mater just got some serious dough.

looks like no free tacos for america. oh well.

the best single i've downloaded recently is a remix of poe's "hey pretty." it features spoken words by her brother, mark danielewski. it's pretty sexy. you should download it too.

um, yesterday was the first day of spring, according to somebody. but here in huntsville, 3-4 inches of snow fell on top of monte sano mountain.

something i don't understand is why do you always see one shoe on the side of the road. where's the shoe's companion? does the owner realize the shoe is missing? how did it get to the middle or side of the road to begin with? who picks up the shoe, and if they do what do they do with it (presuming they aren't the owner and have a match)?

usr/bin/girl pointed out a site to the online comic strip "dot and com." i since have become a fan, enjoying the chronicles of two new found pen pals.

my neighborhood is under a crazy zoning war right now. proposals to turn the next block over into a seriously huge medical district has got my neighbors in a frenzy. for what it's worth, the proposals are on hold for now... supposedly.

my all time favorite rock band, queen, was inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame this week!

here's an interesting result of that earthquake that took place in seattle. it's the reaction of a pendulum to the quake. kind of neat.

speaking of recent events, what is up with these school shootings/threats? what happened to good old fashion fist fights? the thought never crossed my mind in high school (or elementary or middle), that someone might be carrying a gun on them. during my senior year at huntsville high metal detectors were placed at one entrance for one day. we thought it was ridiculous but went along just assuming somebody was paranoid of knives or something. what i think is the saddest of all is how desensitized i am to the news of such events now. it doesn't shock me anymore.

i went on a trip to california and just got back. i was there for a week and a half. the trip was great except that my luggage never arrived. i'm back home now and i still have yet to re-claim my baggage. highly frustrating... going through the ordeal of remembering what i packed and figuring out whether or not i have receipts to prove i owned the contents. it's been a couple days over two weeks now, i wonder where my luggage could be. lesson learned: i'll never check luggage again.