Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"The difference between a black hole and a supernova is simple. A supernova goes BOOM! A black hole goes !MOOB" -- filkerdave's elder son, 2006-11-19

For a dream that stuck mostly to a single plotline, that was kinda jumbled anyhow ... dreamt that I was going to Goddard Space Flight Center for something or other, with anniemal, and along the way we met someone who assumed we were there for a ride into space, at which point the story of the dream became that we were going into space but had won some sort of lottery unlike the very wealthy other passengers who had paid NASA to go. The place looked almost nothing like Goddard does in real life, except for one building near the visitor's center -- it looked more like a cross between a very old, run-down airport, and a military base with lots of "top secret, don't go here" areas and armed guards in military uniforms, and I kept getting lost. My excuse was, "It looks so much different in daylight." We finally found our way to where we were supposed to go for processing, and they handed each of us one blue-and-white padded plastic flip-flop and told us to remove our right sock, so we could get surgery -- I think they were going to implant either an RFID chip or some sort of health telemetry in our heels. I'd worn tights instead of stockings & garter belt, and was cursing my lack of foresight. The receptionist who gave us our instructions then made a comment to me about the surgeon, using a very convoluted euphemism to say that he also performed MTF SRS, at which point I looked up in shock and said, "But I don't have my psych recommendation letters with me! Is he any good at that? What does he charge? Can I come back?" And that, of course, was the point at which I woke up.

(Why dream about going to Goddard to prep for a ride into space, instead of Johnson or Kennedy? Probably because in real life I've been to Goddard a bunch of times (other than going away to university, I've never lived farther than a thirty-five minute drive from Goddard, in fact), seen Kennedy only once or twice, and have never been to Johnson. And the excuse from the dream doesn't make sense since I've been there during daylight as well as at night. Dreamlogic -- *shrug*)

Some of the last-minute aspect of Darkover dance music prep is my fault and some was byond my control; the list of tunes for the Playford dance (all different from last year) has been sorted out, and the tunes are online. Email me (or SMS my cell phone) for the URL unless you remember the URL for last year's music (in which case just change "2005" to "2006"). Let me know if you want to help out adding guitar chords to the Playford tunes that don't have any yet.

( Lists of tunes, for musicians who've promised to play or are considering it )

Trying desperately to finish the stuff I need to do before tomorrow, things I need to do before the weekend, and things I need to do before I run out of time to do them, and hoping that my body holds up long enough to do all this without making me too wrecked to deal with extra driving tomorrow -- I'm responsible for getting others to the family Thanksgiving party, so if I'm hurting too badly to get moving tomorrow it'll make other people late, not just myself. Argh. Pressure. Gotta run.