Poem: Seuss 2.0
We were all very very naughty and Santa Claus brought us the Internet we deserved.
If the Wi-Fi on your hi-fi on your hi-def on your Wii
is connected to the iPod that controls your PS3
and the Dosbox on your Xbox booted Linux just before
but the Bluetooth on your Blu-Ray doesn't like your MP4
and the HDCP settings on your HDMI port
tell your SDHD SD-card to suddenly abort
and the CIA are calling 'cos your SDMI mix
just got copied to the KGB instead of MI6
and your Flickr's started Twittering your pics to Wikipedia
but your router won't re-multicast your Vista multimedia
and Google Search is peeking through the Windows in your brain
and your Blackberry is bleeping 'cos it thinks it crashed a plane
patch your PHP's Apache with a picture of a badger
then go paste it up on Facebook and sign someone else's name.
Dreamlog: Nuclear Warehouse
Another odd dream, a few nights back, apparently tying at least thematically into the previous one.
I am in a warehouse/hangar/office type building in the centre of a city which seems similar to the 'community centre' one. Myself and several other people are in charge of nuclear missile silos which are located in this building. We were told they would never need to be used but now our orders have changed. A civil war of some kind is going badly, the rebels are approaching, and the higher-ups are panicking. We have been told to detonate our weapons, which will explode right here in the city and cause great loss of life. It seems stupid and pointless. My colleagues agree, and we discuss options for a mutiny. But carrying it out it will be complicated. The dream ends with the outcome unclear, though at least with a sliver of hope.
Dreamlog: Community Centre
I am volunteering at a neighbourhood community centre which is based in a large, semi-abandoned office or warehouse building on a city street on a hill. There are only a couple of official staff there and they show me some of the cavernous rooms and basements, that feel like aircraft hangars or a military installation. There has been some kind of storm recently and so the power is out in the neighbourhood. One of the staff has a medical problem and a restricted diet. He has some kind of commercial partnership with a company which makes and sells vegetarian burritos that fit his dietary needs. They seem to be taking off as a side venture.
The staff go home and I am left alone. A community group comes in to use the facilities, and they come to me with a problem that is apparently about the lighting. However, when I talk to their leader, a stoner dude, it turns out that they are actually rigging concert lighting and fireworks for a show, as part of a pyrotechnics course they are taking, and I have no way of answering their questions about why the system isn't working. It takes me several minutes to determine this and to ask them to contact their pyrotechnics tutor. Why isn't he here with them, anyway?
