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Ham +1 is in a cooler in the bathtub taking a soak, just like Alton Brown sed. We're inviting a couple of people over, and will probably skip on any other celebrations. We are a peaceful people.

Speaking of pigs, even though my diet tends to run to vegetarian fare more evenings than not I had a really strong craving for a BL last night (I don't like raw tomatoes, so this is opposed to a BLT). We went to ye olde supermarket and hub found some thick-sliced peppery bacon. He bought himself a small roma tomato and cooked the bacon in the oven, which is another thing Alton told us was better. Oh, sweet Jesus, it is. Mine had mayo, bacon, lettuce, sharp onions and a slice of deli provolone on an onion roll. His was similar but with the roma. He called it "God's BLT" and I agreed. I wasn't even high or anything; it was a fantastically good sandwich.

We ate them and watched 'Spirited Away', which remains my favorite movie of the year. 'Castle in the Sky' was cool, but the story didn't hang together as well, I think. I noticed that Miyazaki's stuff always seems to involve the ecstasy of flying... just like in your dreams. Powerful stuff.

Hub is at some thing put on by the unemployment office that talks about getting free money to go do stuff, like send a computer geek to a trade school, for instance. They had a locksmithing school that had a crash course and said that work was really good these days, since people weren't feeling safe. The school's expensive, though, so the only way this'd work is if he could get some kind of grant. *sigh* On the other hand, his pimp mentioned that there may be a temp-to-perm job he could get, so we're really hoping he gets that. It looks like that would actually pay a decent wage.

Other plans for today include lunch with Gordon and some guy that is doing a project on religious diversity and wants to interview a Real Live Wiccan and 'observe' a ritual. I'll chat with him all day, but ain't no spectators in our rituals. Also I need to get some yeast for my mead- I think I killed the other stuff by accident. Oops.

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Ah, afternoon naps. Plus, it seems like some kind of front hit and it's gotten to where it's almost pleasant outside!

I slept hard. I woke up fast, too, so I remember a lot of the weird dreams I was having. So, for no added extra charge to you, a peek into my head!

Several people and I were going to a campout. I don't recognize any of them, and it felt like some sort of church group. But we only got partway there, so we stopped at a grocery store and camped out in there. I parked Homer in one of the aisles, and me and some guy were assigned another aisle to sleep in. It became quickly apparent that the section of aisle we had was not long enough for both of us to stretch out comfortably- then it occurred to me, shit, why don't I just sleep in my van? So I went looking for it, and noticed people were shopping. I had thought they were letting us camp in the store because it was closed, but it looks like it wasn't after all. I couldn't find Homer, and at that point I realized 'hey, I'm dreaming, of course I can't find Homer- this is a common theme in dreams.' So I stopped worrying about it (though I kept searching). I saw a door into the back, and thought to go hunting back there. I wound my way through many weird rooms with red lighting and brightly painted walls where kids were doing learning/summer camp activities, some of which revolved around learning about Canada. I found 2 friends up a flight of stairs, and they had a whole shag-carpeted room to themselves (still with the red lighting). I asked if I didn't find Homer could I crash up there with them, and they happily said yes and it turned into a slumber party sort of atmosphere. We even got partially naked, and it looked like there was going to be a threesome for awhile there. Then Elton John showed up (!) and started singing 'Happy Birthday' to one of the friends in different musical styles. When he got to Reggae, we all ran out into the backyard (the setting had turned from a grocery store to someone's house) to smoke a joint. I didn't have enough to make a whole joint, so I told everyone 'hey, I only have enough for about 3 hits.' Then I saw that Homer was parked in the backyard, so was happy to see him but when I ran around a big cedar bush to get to him, I had lost him again. I felt confident that I'd find him when I needed to, and considered sleeping in him but decided it was too cold outside and too far away from the bathrooms, so I'd just camp in the room with the 2 friends like I had planned.

I woke up, and though I've been awake for close to an hour I still don't feel like I have both feet planted in the mundane world yet. It feels very odd.