Thoughts from the White Board - May 22

Hmmm...  I shouldn't be writing at this hour of the morning, but I figure I ought to write something.  Why, you ask?  Well what else can you think of to do besides watching old episodes of Star Trek Voyager and blogging at 5 AM?  Yeah, there is sleep.  And I could probably use sleep.  Especially after this past morning ("morning" being a relative term.  I'll explain).

I slept poorly Sunday night / Monday morning.  I had some unusual dreams.  That seems to happen a lot lately. But this one more qualified as a nightmare rather than just an odd dream.  I was a student attending some sort of High School.  The place's architecture was my typical dreamscape.  Lots of oddly shaped halls and weird rooms.  We're not talking non-euclidean geometry here, but when I dream rooms and buildings, they seem to conform to structures that I wish for, rather than how they really are.  I don't mean to say they are convenient, but rather aesthetically... well... interesting.  Best term I can think of.



For example, buildings have odd shapes, and rooms in the buildings tend to be sort of compartmentalized and have cubby-holes and narrowness and...  I can't describe it very well.  Sorry.  Anyway, the point is that places I dream about don't conform to usual designs.  Sometimes these places are pleasant or fascinating, and sometimes they are uncomfortable and almost claustrophobic.  In the dream this past morning, the uncomfortable/claustrophobia was more the case.

And it only got worse.  I wasn't myself.  But I was kinda me.  I was a student at the school, but it was like a school of the damned.  Like a high school in a ghetto hell.  And I was trying to escape from the place.  Everywhere I went, there was random violence and a sense of menace.  Never the same kids involved either.  They were shooting at each other or using knives on each other or... there was just an overwhelming sense of hate and evil in the place.  And I couldn't get out.

Anyway, I slept poorly, and woke up feeling discomfited.  Made for a strange beginning to the day.

Ah.  In this episode of Voyager, the holographic doctor is losing his memory because he has cluttered up his memory storage with lots of non-doctor-type stuff.  In general, I find Star Trek Voyager to be a pale copy of The Next Generation, but the Emergency Medical Hologram program is one of the more interesting elements to the show.  Can an artificial computer program become more than its programming?  I know he is kind of the "Data" figure of the show, but since he isn't really corporeal, he is almost more interesting than Brent Spiner's ubiquitous Commander Data.  But not as personable.  Not by a long shot.

Well, let's close this up and go with the Thoughts, shall we?

Everything we say means something, even if it wasn't what we intended to say. - Mike O'Driscoll

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by, 

And that has made all the difference. - 

Robert Frost

Everyone has photographic memory; some just don't have the film.

I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.

You know there was a lot of talk about sleep in this post, and I think I should get some.  Oh, cool.  The holographic doctor on the show got his memory fixed.  Sort of.  Well that's a relief.  Now I can sleep soundly, I'm sure.

The parting comment:

Source: Lol Snaps.com

Yes, it's gotta be photo-shopped, but it still is cool.  Who's got who here?  One thing's for sure, that croc is gonna have one heck of a case of indigestion in a few minutes.