lastnite: a dream journal

You won't believe what Billy Joel did / That bimbo thing

I had a phone conversation with Celeste R.'s daughter about a class I was offering called "Writing for the Web." She said, "Well, Jack's the one who will need it. He's the only one who will use it." I instantly thought that I'd have to research Unix, Linux, and Windows NT. As the girl was talking, I was also trying to listen to the radio: she was a DJ too, and her voice was on the radio at the same time we were on the phone. On the radio, she said, "You wouldn't believe what Billy Joel did . . . " I was also talking along with lines from Indiana Jones, only Luke from Phantom Menace was there.

Suddenly, I looked at the set of printers I had in my room. They were all going haywire. Some were printing out tickets for the Academy Awards. There were also bid sheets with my name written down as a bidder, but I didn't do it. Whoever did sign me up had misspelled my last name. I also found maria's Food 4 Less refund receipts printing. "Refund to _____ for a shocking $______ for product never to be used again."

There were a mountain of typos in the Center's web page, mostly because I had gotten silly with it. I put a "bid on a bimbo" page up for some reason. Stephanie pointed them out, at which point I told her it was a good thing no one looked at it. She apologized for bothering me "when you're down, but you didn't have a good web day yesterday." I asked if I left up "that bimbo thing," and she said, in her Steph way, "yeah, it's bad."