Forks Go in Eyeballs
February 17, 2005
Last night I drank coffee until I spazzed while studying for my computer vision midterm. When I finally collapsed from exhaustion at 6 in the morning, I dreamt that Jason Shim was jabbing my eyeballs with plastic forks. Fucker!
The day before we shouted obscenities at each other while discussing open source projects and kitchen utensils. Jason wants to spend a lot of money to buy a site license for Movable Type.
“That’s crazy,” I screamed, “Use open source alternatives instead!”
“Sometimes you need a spoon instead of a fork,” he shouted. I accused him of being a slave to brands and assured him that I use forks for everything. He suddenly got up to leave. I hugged him.
And now he’s forking me in my sleep. It’s only fair, I suppose — on Wednesday I hit him over the head with a sign during a student protest. That bit of violence got me my ass in the paper this week. Yay violence!
Posted by Tudor at 11:37 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackplease send your protesters here (what you pay a year at laurier is roughly what we pay a term, we need signs and such). and i also think that nova scotia could use some tudor time. i promise the ocean is beautiful this time of year…well, any time of year actually. we could do the keith’s brewery tour! (but only if you’re here a thursday, friday or saturday).
Posted by: stacey on February 18, 2005 at 12:40 AMI love you, Tudor Costache!
Posted by: RaZor on February 18, 2005 at 12:51 AMI’m glad you dream about me. Even if I am wielding a standardized brand-name fork. A standardized brand-name fork that is the hegemony. lol.
I dreamt that I was pierced repeatedly by a needle
Its great to read about happiness again :)
Posted by: w on February 18, 2005 at 02:31 PM