July 8th, 2003

California bear

Fourth of July weekend recap

I had a pretty great Fourth of July. After forcing several of my family members to play my favorite card game with me, and losing badly, we had a great hamburger dinner. I wanted to put some hot cheetos on my burger, but my sister wouldn't let me. We also had a really nice looking fruit salad, which I could not eat because it had cantaloupe and honeydew in it. Do you ever notice how when other fruit mixes with cantaloupe and honeydew it tastes all melon-y? So you can't just take the cantaloupe and honeydew out. The entire salad is tainted.

After dinner, we had strawberry shortcake for dessert. That was pretty yummy. Once it was dark outside, we went out front to see if we could catch any of our neighbors setting off illegal firecrackers. We watched some of our neighbors play with fire and sparklers and firecrackers, and I went around the block. Well, kind of. I got halfway around the block when the inner-Kim told me to turn around and go home. I don't question the inner-Kim. She usually knows what she's talking about so I turned around.

My sister and I are making a Buffy/Spike video. Let it be noted that we don't really support Buffy/Spike, so we're doing this a sort of a challenge to ourselves. Saturday I thought we would stay home and finish capturing footage for the video. But, Kristine's friend Sean called and asked us to come to an Indian powwow, where there would be Indians in costume dancing around all day long, and also fireworks. So, we headed off to the Reservation.

Don't ask me why Native Americans celebrate the Fourth of July. It actually doesn't make a lot of sense to me, but I'm really happy that they do because that powwow was pretty fun. The only drawback was the entire fair (which consisted of a dance area in the middle, and a bunch of little booths around the edges selling stuff) was located on grass. This made it pretty difficult to travel upon with my chair. Grass is very uneven and bumpy and if I stay too long in one place, my chair will sink into it. Anyway, I did get some nice cellphone holder necklaces that are made out of leather and look very Indian-like (three for six dollars) and also a nice little bracelet that is very shiny and only cost three dollars. We also ate some Indian fry bread. I really didn't get to see any of the dancing Indians, but I saw them dressed up, and that was an excellent treat. Now, usually when I picture things like this in my head (Indian dancing) I picture the costumes to be something you would watch on PBS, you know, neutral colors and buckskins or something. However, these dancing Indians were wearing shockingly fluorescent costumes, that also had sparkly metallic material on it. Some had lots of feathers so they looked like giant birds, and some had a lot of metal trinkets fastened on to their costumes which made jingling noises whenever they moved. I really liked the costumes.

The fireworks were also pretty neat. In the past, fireworks have never really frightened me. But, for some reason, they kind of did that night. My favorites were the giant exploding starlike fireworks. I also enjoyed the green fireworks and the screaming fireworks. The finale was especially frightening because it was like 78 fireworks going off at the same time, but I did enjoy it. At the end of the powwow, I was sort of scared that I would not be able to make it back to the van because my chair was completely running out of batteries. And, I had to go uphill to get to the parking lot. My chair was not liking me it kept on lunging forward unexpectedly, and I think it tried to hit people nearby, but I took control and no one was run over by me.

Anyway, it's been awhile. Here's a poll:
Poll #154522 The final match.

Who would win in a fight?

Gandalf
8(80.0%)
Lord Voldemort
2(20.0%)
Smallville

About grammar and weird dreams.

I have been thinking about grammar and the English-language lately for some reason. When I was a freshman in high school, my teacher handed us a list of commonly misspelled words that most people completely slaughter while trying to spell them correctly. The most memorable: definitely. Now, since I use voice recognition software, it is almost impossible for me to misspell words because, basically, the program does all the really hard work. Nevertheless, I do use words it would recognize incorrectly, correctly. For example, the following sentence: They're going over there to their house. Every time I see a web page that uses those homonyms incorrectly I just want to close the page, or write to the Webmaster requesting them to change it. They're definitely not doing their best there.

Another word has crept its way into my annoyance factor -- judgment. Now, there are actually two correct ways of spelling this word, but judgment is the most widely accepted, and the only reason that judgement is now correct, is because enough people started using it incorrectly. Judgmental is still only correct spelled "judgmental" -- and judgemental is not in the dictionary. So, what is it saying about the English-language when an incorrectly spelled word becomes accepted as correct because enough people start spelling it incorrectly? Grrrr.

Another gripe of mine is "prolly." What is that word? People use it in place of "probably" -- but do people say "prolly" when they speak, or is it just a shortened version of "probably" because they don't want to type the extra two letters? Now I'm not completely intolerant to shortened versions of words -- saying something is v. annoying instead of very annoying, seems okay to me. You probably won't catch me doing it, though, because it takes longer for me to type the shortened version because of my voice software.

Anyway, enough of that.

I actually want to write about this crazy dream I had just the other night. Alice in Chains is my favorite band, and in my dream I was in the audience of some type of television show. I was sitting in the balcony area to the left of and right above the stage. Then, the announcer, announces that Layne Staley (in real life, now dead, and former lead singer of Alice in Chains) and Mike Inez (bass guitarist) are going to perform for us. They sing one Alice in Chains song, which was weird because, to the best of my knowledge, Mike doesn't sing, and they didn't have any instruments. They just sang with a track. After their first song, everyone applauded.

Then, they said they wanted show us their newest songs, and everyone in the audience was pretty excited. Now, if you know Alice in Chains at all, you know that they are a sort of grunge/alternative/hard rock-ish band from back when Seattle was popular for its grunge-rock. Anyway, some soft, poppy, ballad-ish music comes on, and Layne and Mike start singing and dancing like a boy band. The reaction they got was pretty swift and immediate. Everyone in the audience (excluding me) started booing them. Then, they asked if there was anyone in the audience that liked their new stuff. I shouted, "I did!" Then, Layne comes up to the balcony where I was at, and whispers his appreciation for me in my ear. I kissed his cheek, then the side of his mouth, and then his lips. It was a pretty cool moment for me.

I know Layne wasn't a great human while he was alive. He was pretty messed up from drugs: both cocaine and heroin. They were his death, actually. However, I always felt that somehow he and I were connected through this crazy bond. While he was alive, I could always hear him speaking to me whenever I listened to any of his songs. When he died, it wasn't discovered until about two weeks after his actual death day. During this time (I kid you not) I was listening to one of his songs, and it just wasn't the same. It was like the connection was lost. I found out a couple of days later that he had died. So, this dream was pretty cool for me.

A treat for those interested: Alice in Chains's Shame in You (direct link, about 5MB) -- this is a song from their last full-length LP, which I really enjoy because of its grooviness, and sort of mellow feel.
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