I need to pay closer attention while eating. I ate two Jelly Belly – Belly Flops without looking at them. The two flavors mixed came out to a nasty concoction that tasted like bile (isn’t that a Harry Potter thing?). Now that I’ve grossed everyone out my work is done for the evening.
For those who don’t know TiVo, the TV DVR, has a feature called TiVo Recommends. It takes a look at the things you record and then select programs from the guide that it thinks you will like and records them for you to browse through and maybe select something to watch that you didn’t record or might not have know was playing on one of the 500 lame channels (that’s another post) you have on your cable or satellite package. It is a feature that I really like, although it’s not perfect. And apparently I’m not the only one with this problem. Although, for the most part I watch only The History Channel, The Discovery Channel, and occasionally Adult Swim on Cartoon Network.
I recently had to wipe TiVo’s on board brain that stores my preferences. For some reason TiVo Series 2 is having a problem and must be kicked in the ass every once in a while. A result of this “TiVolobotomy” is that it loses all the recommendation data that I took time to tailor to my tastes. The problem with it being reset is that TiVo once again thinks I a gay Neo-Nazi. As I said, I’m not the only person with this problem.
There is one other “new feature” I noticed this morning. TiVo apparently reads minds and monitors your dreams. I was having a dream this morning of The X-Files. I used to watch the show back in the day, I liked it. It was an odd dream, didn’t make much sense to me. But then I woke up and reached to turn on the TV, I usually watch the news in the morning. Lo and behold TiVo was recording an episode of The X-Files for me. Just a bit creepy if you ask me.
Why can’t I have dreams like the one I had the other night? It may have been weird. But at least I woke happy and laughing about it and it put me in a creative mood.
I’m still thinking about the dream I had last night. Normally I don’t remember my dreams or if I do they don’t stick and are forgotten by the time my day has started. I’m not sure why this dream seems to have stuck in my head. It was an odd dream that made little sense.
The things I remember are just flashes and images really. But I do remember someone playing their version of “Teen Spirit”. It had a different style to it and it sounded nothing like the Nirvana version. But I could make out what song was being played. Strange because though I have the original album, I rarely listen to it.
The next thing I remember is a scouting trip to the Arctic and being partially submerge in the water near an ice floe. Once again don’t ask me why. I have no clue. I don’t even remember making it out of the water. But I wasn’t scared or even remotely cold or frozen. Which I find odd.
Lastly, and most weirdly (is that word?), I can remember some sort or strange bomb going off. Giant arcs of yellow/orange plasma energy all around. I remember feeling a tingle in the air as the bolts of energy shot back and forth surrounding me. Then comes the really weird part. The rocks on the ground around me began to form faces and speak! I’m disappointed, I don’t remember what they said.
Now let me just state for the record; I have never done drugs of any kind. But from this nocturnal journey of 1990’s grunge, Arctic exploring, and talking landscapes, you’d never freakin’ know that! The only thing I can think is NO MORE XANTH NOVELS BEFORE BEDTIME! But then again it was better than the nightmares I have at times that set off my anxiety attacks. (see Night Mare, I guess)