dream theater

I had a dream last night/this morning about painting the walls in my new place.  I had for some reason decided to paint every wall (including, mysteriously, the windshield of my car) one color on the top two-thirds and another on the bottom one-third, and I was having a hell of a time marking a straight horizontal line where the colors were to meet.  Why it did not occur to me in the dream to paint the lighter color further than its edge and then tape an edge for the darker color, I do not know, but I was like trying to draw with pencil using a straightedge, of which I had few, so I was using whatever came to hand.  Eventually I stopped and said Hang on, how did I mark the boundary last time?

It wasn't until I woke up that I remembered that there was no "last time", that the walls in my current place are each one color.

to clarify

This was not the good kind of surprised.  It was stark horror, and it hasn't really gone away.  It's not that George Lucas is still trying to squeeze money out of us after all these years -- (1) of course he is, and (2) he's also trying to ensnare the next generation, which, judging by wordplay's description of her son's tendency to quiver like a plucked string when this shit is even mentioned, seems to be working.

So okay, there's plenty of More Stuff.  There's novels and comics and video games (of which I swear I thought this was one) and role-playing games and, apparently, animated miniseries (although, "pushing the art of animation forward"?  spare me.), and I have no problem, repeat no problem, with that.  My issue is entirely one of medium.  This is a feature film -- so even by my very conservative standards it's going to be canon.  And it's animated extra-canon nonsense for which they didn't bother with a big advertising push until approx. four weeks out?  That's not how Star Wars ought to roll, is my thing.  I don't know why, but I believe George Lucas when he says the original trilogy was the middle part of a three-part saga, with the prequel trilogy being the first part, and I WANT FILMS SEVEN THROUGH NINE, GODDAMMIT, AND YOU'RE GIVING ME CARTOONS?

That's more or less it.  :-}  I know *Films 7-9 wouldn't probably be very good, but that is really emphatically not the point.

i'm kind of digging being right

I took out the Discard pile the other day, and this morning I decided I finally had to get rid of the Donate pile and that would make it a lot less discouraging to come into my apartment because it would look much less like the packing was going glacially slowly.  What had stalled me was that I thought I'd have to put the Donate stuff in a box to take it to the Goodwill, and I'd need the box to pack stuff in, so maybe I'd have to unload the box when I got there, which would be a drag --

-- until I thought, hey, what if instead of a box I'm going to need later, I load the stuff into the plastic rolling file boxes I'm going to get rid of anyway?

AWESOME.  Three trips to the car, one carfull to Goodwill, and I got there about four minutes before closing time.  No longer mine:  a bunch of shoes, a bunch of clothes, a bunch of VHS tapes, a VCR, some kind of toy airplane thing, a couple of books, two old cell phones with chargers, and two plastic rolling file boxes and a little pair of desktop drawers.  And when I got back to my apartment and there was no longer a Donate stack by the door?

Yeah.  A lot less discouraging.  More awesome than ever.

and then --

Ate too much greasy food too fast for dinner, so after the 45-minute stress-and-weather-induced migraine nap (sometimes the only thing I can do is curl up on the couch and put something opaque over my eyes) I felt quite unhappy in my belly.  But now the AC is cranked up to high, I'm wrapped up in jeans two sizes too big and a giant sweatshirt, and I'm going to kick some laundry in and continue packing.

Onward.

another fascinating update from the land of fun

Towels are in the dryer and the rest of the laundry is laundering.  When it's back I will be able to count out clothes for the rest of the week and then pack the rest.  HURRAH.  (Migraine + stomach trouble still has me a bit fragile.  Not wild about that, but what is to be done.)