Waking Tired

It has got to be considered strange when you close your eyes, dream and wake more tired than when you went to bed the night before… maybe I’m slipping from sanity.

My dreams are linier, coherent, mentally and physically taxing. It’s like I’m living another life… it has happened before and to be honest, stopped when I told someone about the dreams, I was kind of hoping this time it would be the same… no luck yet… but then the other dreams were more scary (not monsters and stuff… real world scary) than anything else. Do you want a synopsis of them?

It will come shortly… I doubt the earlier dreams and the new ones are unrelated… and this I worry about the most.


Kyle XY – ABC TV

Strange I know that some guy in Australia would be blogging about a US TV show that has never appeared (nor shows any signs of appearing) on Australian TV, but here’s what happened. The other day I was listening to Buzz Out Loud and they mentioned that going to disabled the browser’s back button. Turns out they were not correct (and they admitted it the next day), instead all calls the the music subdirectory are bounced to On the PC when attempting to go back it included the bounce page in the history so they were really going back to the bounce page and being bounced again.

So anyway… on the iTunes page on was a promo for Kyle XY… it’s not like me to pass up a chance to see a nice looking guy and it was advertised as a free download from iTMS… well turns out of course that it is only available on the US store, not having a US billing address (maybe the boys can help me with this soon) I had to turn to BT for assistance.

After a short time I had the file for Kyle XY on my desktop for viewing.

Like all current US sci-fi type shows (think Surface, Invasion) they have started off very crypticly. Keeping Kyle’s origin well hidden. Of course the XY could imply he is a clone. But given that a background news report (which is for our benefit as none of the family reacts to it) states that a girl has shown up in similar circumstances (naked, without memory and without bellybutton). If we assume her name would be something XX then we can assume the XY in Kyle XY just means he’s male.
Is he a genetically formed, alien bred? Are THEY together the new Adam and Eve? One thing is sure, the boy knows how to stipple.

I think the actor who plays Kyle (Matt Dallas) watched a whole lotta Data from Star Trek TNG, but he’s not an android they’ve already scanned his head.


Spin-off Blog Coming

Well as the dreams are returning it makes sense for the Council to get their own blog… stay tuned.



Any attempt to try and explain what I dreamt last night will not be adequate, but I must try. Click the arrow to read the rest of the post… it is quite long. I apologise now for any spelling errors, it has been written pretty much as soon as I woke.
[spoiler]I was living in a room that was made of wood, beautifully polished, this room was connected to another by a set of stairs, up these stairs was a circular room, more like a hall, the ceiling for this hall was very high and the walls were surrounded by other levels, the entire place was wood, as if the whole structure was cut from a ancient tree.

Sometimes the different levels were connected by mildly sloping ramps, others stairs, yet more again seemed not to be connected at all, or were walled off, but still accessible by small jumps.

Some levels were carved into different rooms, some locked, for some the doors stood open.

At first I thought I was alone in this place, but little by little it became apparent that others were present. A whole family lived at the top of the ramp, just above the stairs to the original room that houses my bed, to enter and leave they pass through my room.

After walking around for some time I heard noises, like people moving behind the locked doors and encountered yet more people walking around, some happy to say “hi” and be other their way, others eyeing me suspisciously and watching me pass.

My mother, sister, younger brother and nephew came to stay. My brother would come and go, I was too scared to leave. At one point I noticed an intercom as it sparked into life and crackled with static. “Is everything alright?” Somone asked.

“Hello I answered.” Looking from my sister to my mother, questioning with my eyes if the intercom was there before.

“Is everything alright?” They asked again, “The mechanical noises have stopped, we grow concerned.”

Realising they hadn’t heard my response I depressed the button and replied, “Who is this? And what do you mean?”

“Um hello, sorry to bother you, this is centre security, just checking that everything is alright. Didn’t mean to bother you Sir.”

I left via the door in my room and entered the world, turning back towards the building I realised it was a large tree, well the trunk of what was obviously and ancient and long dead tree.

I was in a garden with long grass, my sister, mother and nephew followed. We came to a muddied path where figures stood only several inches tall. I looked upon them with amazement Frodo, Gandalf, and more of the cast of The Lord of the Rings battled a miniture dragon.

Reaching down I picked up Gandalf, he became still in my hands and broke apart, apparently constructed from plaster.

I ventured further up the path, my family dropped behind. I arrived at a farmstead where men sat around talking, drinking. I met serveral of the men, engaging in idle chat, before leaving to go home.

As I approached the tree I realised I didn’t know how to enter it again. I further realised that this was NOT the first time I had been outside and that each time I leave, I struggle to return.

I walked around the tree for some time before the door became apparent, the strange thing is, there was a door… a very obvious door, so why could I not always see it?

Back inside I felt the need to see more of this place, as if it was new to me. It was not. With every section revisited, more memories flooded back. More people appeared and more became interactive with me. The locked doors remained so, but the voices beyond, menacing, alarmed became louder.

A group of children ran past me, not more than five minutes later they appeared again, this time in some sort of sled, riding the gentle slopes leading from level to level, yelling joyously, inviting me to play.

To say the place was expansive is not to do it credit, the place was unending, constantly twisting. All of the furnishings, walls, doors, were carved from the wood.

I was at home and yet at times afraid. If I could draw I would reconstruct this place and give a better vision of what I have seen, but then perhaps, no one else is supposed to see it.

The headaches have returned… the dreams become more real… [/spoiler]

Daily Life

Basketball Woes

Bugger, bugger… we lost again. At least this time it wasn’t a walk over… I think the score was 33:28, they won… for the first half of the game we were one man down. Simon wasn’t going to play but came in to tell us and found that we were a man down so stuck around. Glad he brought  stuff with him.

No scoring for me, but I did stop them from scoring on several occasions. So a little happy with myself.

It is David’s birthday next wednesday so I won’t be playing… I think I’ll be out at Mexican that night… yay. Better hit the gym as a pre-emptive strike for all thos calories coming my way over the next week.


My Name is Nathaniel…

It’s dark where I exist, an ageless time has passed, I’ve been thirteen for as long as I can remember. I see the world though blurred eyes, glimpses of clarity let me see what THEY want me to see. At least I’m not alone. There are the others, a council of many.

I don’t get this opportunity often so let me say my piece, even now I feel them tugging me back into my place, they don’t want me at the front, my time is in the past and another leads. A fragmented mind, scared, certain, at ease, curious, without fear, trembling in a void. I am but one, we are many.

So very few times are available when the mind relaxes and we are free to have a voice. And now that I am here I don’t know what to say. There is one in here who never sees the light. You wouldn’t like it if he did… even we fear him, it’s all we can do to keep him down.

The one who leads is clear, and level, unlike the one before him. But like the before and I the leaders time will pass and another will take his place.

Fractured mind… they say I’ve told you too much, things you don’t need to know, things that you shouldn’t know. I don’t think I’ve said enough. Another time will come… until then, believe.

Music Rants

Get with the Program Sony

Hey Sony… nice move allowing people to share music on their blogs and “profile pages” (read as myspace).

But dudes you need to improve the quality… BIG TIME. I checked out Dixie Chicks song “Not Ready to Make Nice” and the sound quality is nasty. Given what you can do with Flash 8 and some of the codecs, this implimentation is poor form.
Some other cool tracks of note P!nk’s “Who Knew“, Teddy Geiger’s “For You I Will (Confidence)“.

Good plan, so far poorly implimented. You can’t even do the embed yet. Why launch it before you’re ready?


New Digg v3 Launched

Lots more categories, though I have not yet moved from the Technology section.

Some people have complained about the ads, I say whatever, they aren’t intrusive so let the digg boys (and girls) make money.

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