awesome discount jetpack adventures and French Canadian crust punk clowns


I had a jetpack.

It was rad.

I was rocketing around the city, going from one place to another, just enjoying the commute in a way that for once did not involve reading a novel, oggling a pretty lady commuter, or playing a game on my cellphone. All those things are lame compared to the thrill of absolute freedom of movement (within three dimensions, at least). Continue reading


subconsious playing tricks on me


I recently watched a few videos on lucid dreaming, in particular the FILD (Finger Induced Lucid Dreaming) technique, in particular ones by GizEdwards, a goofy Brit. This morning I had a dream in which I realized I was in a dream, and wiggled my fingers as suggested, and then assumed I was in a lucid dream. So I wake up and tell people. Then I wake up again, and it turns out I was in a double nested dream. Some Inception type bullshit going on. Essentially, I did not have a lucid dream.