An Analysis of The Mechanics of Monster Headaches

I'm still trying to figure out exactly what precedes the awful headaches I get this time of year. This morning I woke up from a dream that started out being about some kind of haunted house, in which I was tasked with platformer videogame-style tasks centering around these evil snakes that lived in the basement. I had a familiar that was some kind of dung beetle, and it was always getting lost. After I went down to the basement the first time and ran away, I was met upstairs by someone who wanted to know if I was going to the Andrew Bird concert on Thursday. I said yes, and they did some kind of maniacal breakdown of the math, somehow proving that buying tickets would be evil. I ignored this, and from there somehow ended up on a giant stage in an orchestra, attempting to play my flute, with Andrew Bird directing. I hadn't been given any music, and I kept trying to ask him what we were playing, and whether we were going to tune our instruments first, but he wouldn't give me more than a fraction of a second of attention at a time, and deathscytheheck and the rest of the west-coasters were there, heckling me for joining the orchestra even though I'm a terrible singer.

I'm not sure this had anything to do with my headache. I think it may have more to do with the snow we've been getting. But I'm writing this down anyway, just in case. (It's also nearly the full moon, and more often than not these headaches line up with them in the spring and the fall. Which may or may not be a weirder cause than platformer videogame/failing at being in an orchestra dreams.) I'm just going to be grateful for now that it only took a two-hour nap after work to get this one down to a manageable pain level.

Aaaand I finally bought seeds today! We'll see if I can get anything big enough to live outside. In theory, I'll have some basil, tomatoes, peas, and a lot of sunflowers. I think it'd be fun to have the peas climb the sunflowers, but then they'd need a pretty big headstart, so I may just have the peas climb my railing. Is there anything else I should be growing, that'll bear fruit/be edible/be pretty before the end of August? I was going to do corn, to add to the "too tall to be grown on a porch" theme, but the next tenants would just get it.

Oh right! And...

Pat Quinn, I'm sorry I said you'd never have as much hair as Blago. Thank you for signing that bill. People at work said they'd never seen me so happy. And, as far as being at work goes, I'm pretty sure that's true.

Now I just have to hope I don't get laid off.

And, so I don't spam the crap out of everything...

Holy crap, guys, I wasn't going to watch the new FMA anime but the new Central looks fantastic and it makes me want to reboot some things that were long-since forgotten. Oh, this is the Central it was meant to be! It's all noir and dense and there's more to it than the military, and I don't doubt a bit that it's kind of based on Metropolis, which makes it even cooler. I could live in this Central. Hughes has an apartment. It makes so much more sense for a city.

Also, the gratuitous Hughes scenes made me want to cry. You are so cruel, FMA! Setting him up the same way you set Nina up the first time around. Oh man. And giving him and Gracia an actual relationship. Hughes without the hair gel! Oh, it tickles things that existed only in fanon for me. I missed this world! (Though I did not miss canon!airhead!Hughes a bit. And is it me or are the rooms in this universe incredibly large and sparsely furnished? Also, I can never figure out when Roy is talking, because he sounds so very different... I do think this makes him sound more his proper age, though... Oh, and man, I hope it was the translation because if there were that many puns about ice in the Japanese I'm going to cry.)