Fun with IMThis was from a few days ago… and the funny thing is, I didn’t even know for sure who I was talking to in the dream.
themommyblog: just woke up from a bizarre dream
themommyblog: i was trying to IM you
themommyblog:: but the keyboard letters were all in a jumble in a box
themommyblog: and I couldn’t find them fast enough to make sense
themommyblog: and as you were waiting I was sure you would walk away thinking I wasn’t going to answer
themommyblog: so I started picking up letters at random to let you know I was still there
themommyblog: didn’t make any sense, but hey
themommyblog: and then I was reduced to scrawling letters on one of those magnetic doodle boards
themommyblog: but something about the IM technology wouldn’t read them
themommyblog: had to be an electronic signal, not shapes written in iron filament
themommyblog: doesn’t take an analyst to interpret that one
themommyblog: (though I think my friends can read a magnadoodle if pressed)













07.28.05 at 02:19 PM |
That was ME on the magna doodle—last night. On the green sofa. Drawing Wallace & Gromit (left-handed, and I am in my left mind). Secretly writing to you, Mindy: “help! i am being held prisoner by a deranged toddler!”
Reason it was all a jumbled? Toddler kept erasing the doodle pad just as I finished ... aaaahhhhh!
Break out the e-ouija board! Oh yes, they exists! Exhibits A, B, & C. The board version now glows in the dark ...
(“And I think to myself: What a Wonderful World…”)
07.29.05 at 06:16 AM |
Man, that is way worse than forgetting your gym locker combination.