Sunday, June 30, 2013

Dreamtime Dreamscape: Coffee Shops

This dream was from a few nights ago, so I’ll do my best to remember it. I was working at a coffee shop that was like Starbucks (which I once worked at) but wasn’t Starbucks because it was a locally owned coffee shop.

It was laid out a lot like the shop I worked at, only it had this extra counter to one side which we didn’t use, and we had extra counters behind, and it had an enormously huge bakery case to one side of the store. The bakery case went up to the ceiling, with probably a hundred different baked goods. They were all very fancy ones, cookies and brownies, cupcakes and muffins, anything you could imagine, all bright and full of calories.

The coffee area of the store had the usual coffee bar and espresso machines, and the back room had a huge sink and tiny dishwasher. Since the whole shop was busy, there was always a lot of dishes and in my dream, just like when I worked at Starbucks, I was stuck doing dishes for a lot of my work shift.

I dreamed that I was working very hard keeping the store cleaned because my coworkers and my boss weren’t very good at it, and I was getting yelled at about it a lot. There were a lot of problems with the floor drains, flies and gnats were coming in through the pipes, so I covered them up neatly with plastic wrap (this is something I actually had done at the store I worked in) and I got called to the back office and yelled at by the district manager for doing this.

I had to plead my case to the district manager until they realized I was actually doing the store a favor by using the plastic wrap to cover the drain covers while leaving enough room for the water pipes, and reducing the flies from the sewage pipes because the people that made the building hadn’t put in a proper piping system. My dream had this whole piping system montage gif moment.

I kept cleaning and cleaning, and kept having to sweep up the store. Finally we had so much stuff that I had to move the counter space on the strange unused area of the store. I was shifting the counters when a hamper full of clothing fell out from between the counters. It was full of dirty clothes and a plaid parachute that unfolded all over the place. 

Somehow I didn't think it was strange that the parachute was strange. I took that in stride. I also didn't take it badly that it was held together with suspenders. I did freak out that there were pills hidden in the clothes. The other employees were all horrified to find them.

It was a huge mess, but the district manager was coming around again, so my boss started chewing all of us workers out for the mess I had made. I had to clean up all the clothing and fold up the parachute and the boss took the pills away. 

Finally I realized the parachute was my boss’s because she went parachuting every weekend. I was pissed because she had been throwing all her old clothes behind the counters and was now making me clean it all up. We all suspected that she was popping pills, too. The pills in my dream, strangely, looked like viagra or something. Ha!

When the district manager came, and was mad the store wasn’t clean, the rest of the employees and I explained about our boss. I don’t remember all the details of the dream here, except the boss got fired. 

I got promoted to head baker, and I was excited about this because it meant I got to make all the hundred of little bakery items. And I mean hundreds, the moment I looked over at the bakery case, my dream made it twice as big and impressive looking and I dreamed I made every one even more fancy than the last one.

To reward me for my work, the upper management bought me these shoes. I thought they were really awesome in my dreamscape, but honestly they were horribly ugly and I’m glad they aren’t real. They were red velvet platform pumps with spiky heels and chunky platforms. They were also covered with black metal punk studs you find on leather belts. I probably would have stabbed myself with the spiky heels. Seriously.

I woke up shortly after getting the horrible looking shoes. It was obviously a dream I had when I was really hungry because I focused quite a bit on the bakery goods, and I was frustrated with cleaning.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Binx is sexay! Or just cuddly!

Binx is sexy and he knows it!
He's to sexy for the bed... but not too sexy for food!

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Origami: Omega Stars

I got a little obsessed with Omega Stars for a while, and made a bunch of them in varying colors. You can find instructions on YouTube. There are a ton of instructions, so I won't go through how to make them.

The awesome thing about the stars, besides how easy they are to make with six sheets of paper, is they are easy to fancy up, too.

The orange one (1)  pretty plain. I didn't add anything to the paper, I just used three slightly different shades of orange paper, so the star looks interesting.

The yellow one (2) was made with six sheets of yellow with the same tint of paper, but I painted the center with gold paint, so between the center webbing of the star, you'll see gold paint.

Similarly with the yellow (3) star, I drew squiggles with a black pen, so you'll get a hint of the three dimensional inside that way. I think it's very striking and fun.

For the pink star (4) I used both three shades of pink paper and painted the inside of the star silver, and for the blue star (5) I used more silver paint.

The last star I made was with decorative paper (6) I had and it is lovely! The paper has geometric designs, which suit the omega star design very well.

All in all, I'm happy with the omega star, and will probably make more. I have been thinking of adding some to sticks and making them into fairy wands, but most of them just have strings on them to make them into ornaments at the moment. I've put a few up on the Etsy store as well. Of course, they can be special ordered. I was thinking they'd be cute cake toppers or piled into a bowl with mini-lights.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Dreamtime Dreamscape: Sleeping Bags

Last night I finally had a dream I remember to some extent. I’ve been trying to remember them, but I’ve been having trouble. I don’t know why, probably because I’ve been waking up so tired and so late I haven’t had a chance to sit and remember my dreams.

But in any case, I jotted down a few things to help me remember, so this is what I do recall.

Most of it took place at the dream version of the home I grew up in. This is a different home than the house I actually grew up in. The house I grew up in is was a pretty typical suburban home, a long box style home built into a ¼ hill, so the bottom floor was halfway inside a hill. To get to the house, you went down a winding hilly road. The house was yellow when I left it and the front lawn was mostly a garden.

In my dream, there’s still that winding road, and the house is still in a hill. The first floor is still above the hill, and the house is the old brown color it was when I was really little. But the front yard is different. Instead of a garden, there’s a big porch that extends halfway to the street and the porch is halfway hidden from the street by tall pruned bushes. When I was very small there were bushes against the house, and I think my subconscious has made them into these big fence bushes. The real house has a front porch off the front door, but the dream house has a screen porch off the front deck, and the front deck is about twice as big. I can still tell it’s my old house, but it’s different.

The dream house’s inside is also a lot different, but that’s for another dream.

In any case. I’m at my dream house. It’s freezing cold. It’s winter, but there’s no snow. This isn’t that unusual where I grew up. Everything is dead and brown and the sky is grey and dreary. For some reason I don’t want to go into the house. I’m feeling anxious, but I have to stay at the house.

It’s not my house, because I don’t live there, but I’m in my teenage years so I know I should live there. I have a test in the morning, one that will decide my future, so I have to sleep. It’s very important that I sleep deeply and sleep very well for this test, but I don’t remember what the test is about exactly.

So I ask the people in the house, I think they are my family but I don’t remember, if I can sleep on the front porch. They tell me it’s very cold, but I tell them I’ve been training to sleep in the mountains because I’m a mountain climber, and they tell me it’s ok then. I go to my car. It’s not my current car but my old one, the one I had for most of my life, and I pull out a sleeping bag and a big quilt. I take the bag and the quilt and I lay it out on the porch and I go inside to get my jammies on.

I go past my bedroom, but it’s not my bedroom anymore. It’s now the bedroom of my nextdoor neighbor who I babysat as when I lived at that house, so it’s a toddler’s room. Disturbed, I decide to just sleep in my street clothes.

I lay down to sleep. There’s a tall concrete fence now between me and the front door (suddenly, out of no where, as in the manner of dreams) and I hope it’s enough to keep people from disturbing me while I sleep because of that big test in the morning. I quietly open the screen door to the porch and hear a solicitor at the door.

I don’t want her to talk to me, I have that big test. I quietly slide the door open and quietly slide into the sleeping bag. She keeps ringing the door. Just as I close the door, someone yells from inside, and she hears through the screen door.

I wince. She hears the noise and looks over the concrete wall.

What are you doing sleeping outside when it’s freezing? She asks, clearly alarmed. She starts to argue with me, rudely.

I try to explain to her that I’m at my house that isn’t my house, and I prefer to sleep outside, but she doesn’t understand. I try to explain that I’m training to be a mountain climber, but she doesn’t explain that, either. She just yells at me that my parents are cruel and inhumane for letting me sleep outside in the bitter cold. I tell her I have an important test in the morning and ask her to leave. Eventually, she does.

But now I’m so angry I’m sweating. I know I can’t sleep like that so I get out of my warm sleeping bag and get back up and go back inside. I root around the kitchen and find there’s a hidden cabinet that holds the hot water bottles I used to use when I was a child. I fill them up with hot tap water. I’m wondering in my head how I’m supposed to use my c-pap machine while I’m outside sleeping and decide to plug it in inside and run the hose to the sleeping bag when I start to wake up.

It was a very bizarre dream. I have my feelings as to it’s meaning, of course. I was chilled when I woke up.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Old School Wrestling: WrestleMania 6

Holy Crap! Constellations!

The promotion on this one was all about the constellations of Hogan and Warrior in the skies and it was corny and terrible but oh so funny. Just watch the promo video. It’s so worth it. However, this is the WrestleMania where the wrestlers get stuck doing matches they don’t want to do. It’s a common theme.

So. Onto the matches!

Koko B. Ware vs. Rick “the Model” Martel

I was excited to see the ring cart/gondola back! I just like it, it’s so fun to see. The production quality shows the extra money put into the event and the screens are huge in the arena. The match itself is pretty good. It’s nice to see Koko given a singles match, even if he is curtain jerking, aka. being the first match of the night. Rick Martel won the match with the boston crab submission hold. I always like submission hold wins, they don’t happen often.

Ax and Smash as Demolition vs. Andre the Giant and Haku with Bobby Heenan as the Colossal Connection

This match has some classic Bobby Heenan as the weasel action. Andre doesn’t really wrestle much, he’s reaching the end of his tenure, so Haku does most of the work. Andre does heel stuff in the corner as best he can. He looks really tired. The crowd really gets into the build up of Haku beating the heck out of Demolition as a proper heel, then Demolition getting Andre tied up in the ropes. Bobby Heenan acts like a good weasel throughout all of this.

It makes Andre turn face by beating up Heenan after the match when Heenan gets mad at Andre for getting tied up. This lets Andre finally retire and go out as a face. After all, the best way to turn face is to punch Bobby Heenan.

Earthquake with Jimmy Hart vs Hercules

I’m surprised Hercules has been around so long, but he is a perfect mid-card. He can put any new guy over and test talent. They bury Hercules, though, which is really stupid. Earthquake is a ridiculous character and I don’t like him. I know they want to build him for Hogan, but I don’t buy Earthquake for a second. He looks like a slob.

Brutus “the Barber” Beefcake vs. Mr. Perfect with the Genius

Beefcake’s tights are, as always, awful. Could he cut them any closer to his ass? Ugh.

Perfect oversells like crazy, then doesn’t pull any of his kicks. Was there some kind of bad blood in real life? Perfect seems extra vicious and really oversells his moves. It makes Beefcake look like a chump throughout the whole match. It gets to the point of hilarity because you can just tell Perfect’s pissed off at Brutus. Beefcake ends up beating Perfect and ends his perfect record with a stupid move. Oh. That explains the whole match. No wonder Perfect was being brutal with his punches and kicks. I’m sorry, but Brutus comes off as a bully and a jerk, and wears the worst tights in the history of wrestling. I just am not a fan of his.

Bad News Brown vs “Rowdy” Roddy Piper

There was a Michael Jackson reference with Piper being black and white with a glove? I’m not sure. Anyway, the match was a good brawl. You can count on these two putting on a good brawl match. It was a double count out. Pretty basic.

Bret Hart and Jim “the Anvil” Neidhart as The Hart Foundation vs. Nikolai Volkoff and Boris Zhukov as The Bolsheviks

The Hart Foundation has upgraded to their fancy tights and Bret gave out his sunglasses! They are truly making it big now. It’s great to see. This is a fast tag team match. Bret is fast and furious and Jim hits his moves with precision. Excellence in execution by both of them. It was over in seconds.

The Barbarian with Bobby Heenan vs. Tito Santana

Chico’s Revenge! The commentary at the beginning about burritos is hilarious and worth a youtube. We were cracking up. The match was great except the end, which was exactly like the Perfect match. Tito did all the beating up, then Barbarian hit a singular powerful move and beat Chico. It was a little repetitive.

“Macho Man” Randy Savage and “Sensational Queen” Sherri vs. Dusty Rhodes and Sapphire with Miss Elizabeth.

There is one comment when Macho Man and Sherri are entering the ring. Jessie goes, “You know what’s great about Macho Man and Sherri? They pay their taxes...” and there’s 10 seconds of dead air. Youtube it. It’s so funny.

This is the second WrestleMania using Miss Elizabeth against Savage. Sigh. The sheer athleticism of Savage puts everyone else to shame. He’s up and down all around the ring like he was born in it, like it’s his toy to play with, yet he’s clearly pissed off for the whole match. You can see it in his face. I can’t imagine going from main event WrestleMania 5 to being in a gimmick match at WrestleMania 6. It’d be mad too if I had Macho Man’s clear talent.

Sapphire’s pin is terrible, as was her “wrestling” and it makes the match lose it’s legitimacy. I have no problem with Dusty Rhodes, I’ve actually started to like him when before I thought he was questionable at best, and Sapphire did her best. The problem with the match is Macho Man is clearly so much better than the rest of them that he outshone the match itself.

Promo - 
Next up was a promo video for the main event. The Hogan promos are silly and I’m going to make snide remarks throughout all of them because they are all the same. Brother, brother brother. However, the Warrior promos Need No Microphones and Want to Bring the Hulkamaniacs And Little Warriors Together Through The Pores Of His Skin Raaaaahhhhh!

Sato and Tanaka as The Orient Express with Mr. Fuji vs. Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty as The Rockers

There are a ton of double moves and this is a good high flying match. The ending with salt in Jannetty’s eye and a count out allowed the Orient Express to get a win for Fuji and let the Rocker’s loose without them losing their hard earned momentum. It was an interesting and different ending.

Jim “the Hacksaw” Duggan vs Dino Bravo with Jimmy Hart and Earthquake

The match was pretty good. I generally like Hacksaw matches. It wasn’t stellar. I didn’t like how Earthquake had to be there to bury Hacksaw. It was so stupid that Earthquake had to be built up for the Hogan feud.

“The Million Dollar Man” Ted DiBiase with Virgil vs. Jake “the Snake” Roberts

This match was lagging because the crowd started doing the wave of all things, but DiBiase took the heat back by yelling at the fans to get the attention back on the match. After that, the attention was on the match as it should be. Pretty quiet match, lots of holds, not a lot of action. I’ve been following Jake Roberts as he’s been recovering with Diamond Dallas Page’s help and so it’s nice to see some of his wrestling. He was a good technical wrestler, this match shows that. Very good ring psychology.

The Big Boss Man vs. Akeem with Slick

Boss Man has dropped quite a bit of weight. It’s a short match and the crowd starts off dead. They do pop when Boss Man wins. Akeem’s popularity as a heel is waning.

Segment - 
The Honky Tonk Man has a segment, where he comes out to sing a song. There’s an easter egg. He comes out in a pink Cadillac. It’s driven by Diamond Dallas Page. Ha!

The segment is horrible. Honky Tonk Man cannot sing and obviously Hammer Valentine does not want to be there because his expression is so bored and annoyed. Thank goodness the Bushwhackers come out to break it up. Yes, Bushwhackers, end it, end it now! I’ve never been so happy to see them!

Rick Rude with Bobby Heenan vs. Jimmy Snuka

This is a wake-up the crowd match. Both guys are crazy in shape, but Rude lost some of his chest mass since having the work-off matches with Warrior. It is a powerful match. Both guys are nice and strong and the match has good tough moves. It’s a loud match.

And now for the main event!

Ultimate Warrior vs. Hulk Hogan!

Ultimate Warrior’s hair! It’s outta control!

Ok. I’m going to admit. I’m rooting for Warrior throughout the whole match.

Hulkster looks bloated like a grape. As my husband says “He’s got 24 inch pythons and an 18 inch forehead.” He’s got one heck of a horseshoe. Hogan looks terrible. He’s panting from rest holds and he gets “injured” like... right away.

So this is the match. Hogan gets injured badly and limps around. Then his leg is magically healed a minute later and the commentary has to make shit up like idiots to make up for Hogan’s bad selling. Actor my ass. He can’t even do a chin lock right. Warrior has to move himself to make the chin lock look good.

Warrior carries this match. He has to shove Hogan around and you can see Warrior getting frustrated as Hogan flops around like a limp noodle because he’s so gassed. When Hogan finally shows that stupid grin and does his three moves of doom, I just knew he would win and I threw my hands up and groaned at my husband.

The leg drop hits, and Warrior gets out of the way? Wait, what? No one gets out of the way of Hogan’s leg drops. Warrior gets Hogan and pins him. Warrior wins! Oh my god, Warrior won? Hogan lost? What planet did I just land on? Hogan’s “tears” are a welcome relief. Get his overly tanned, ketchup and mustard, you look like a hot dog, arse out of the ring and give Warrior some seriously awesome ring time! I am so sick of Hogan at this point. I have no idea how people lived through it when the wrestling era was actually going on. Let Warrior be the champion for a while, please! This is the first time that Hogan lost at a pay per view since we started watching and it was about freaking time!

Final thoughts - 
The pay per view ended excellently on a very high note. Warrior deserved the win. So many of the wrestlers I liked had to do matches they weren’t thrilled about, so it was great to see Warrior win the championship and see Hogan lose his precious title. Also, like a good champ, Warrior didn’t spend 6 hours patting himself on the back and posing in the ring. Woo!