Sunday, November 27, 2005
Where we sue video game places and ride in the leather elevators
I had a long dream involving my French class except it was really a video game class. (There was a minor subplot in which a girl who in RL is called Rachel, was named Baumgartner, and Molly Ringwald from The Breakfast Club was there and kept calling her Penny, and “Baumgartner” would yell back at her, “MY NAME’S NOT PENNY! IT’S BAUMGARTNER!”)
As part of our class project, we brought this huge lawsuit against three major companies, except we didn’t even know the names of the companies, we just knew the games they made—Carmen Sandiego, Mario, and some other one I don’t remember the name of. I think it was a shopping game. The next day we were all looking out the window of this really huge apartment building to see whether we’d won. A giant billboard with Carmen Sandiego on it rose up into the sky, cracked, and floated away. Then two more billboards, each with the game logo on it, did the same thing. This was how we knew we’d won the lawsuit.
Some people from the college then came to us and were so grateful that we’d won the lawsuit that they told us we were allowed to ride in the leather elevators. These were the special faculty/administrators’ elevators at the college. They looked like two baby swings hooked together, so two people would sit in one, facing each other, and then it’d take off like a rollercoaster. We spent several hours going up and down the building in these leather elevators.
At one point I got on one of the leather elevators but here it was just a very large normal elevator. My dad was on it, and so was some other random dude who apparently worked at the college but mostly looked like… hmm. Can’t figure out who. Some sleazy businessman guy. As he talked to my dad he mentioned that Dad was my daughter and I tried to laugh at that and point out, no, I was HIS daughter, but then my dad made this “Shhh” motion to me and I remember that this was someone he’d said didn’t have a sense of humor so I shouldn’t make jokes around them.
As part of our class project, we brought this huge lawsuit against three major companies, except we didn’t even know the names of the companies, we just knew the games they made—Carmen Sandiego, Mario, and some other one I don’t remember the name of. I think it was a shopping game. The next day we were all looking out the window of this really huge apartment building to see whether we’d won. A giant billboard with Carmen Sandiego on it rose up into the sky, cracked, and floated away. Then two more billboards, each with the game logo on it, did the same thing. This was how we knew we’d won the lawsuit.
Some people from the college then came to us and were so grateful that we’d won the lawsuit that they told us we were allowed to ride in the leather elevators. These were the special faculty/administrators’ elevators at the college. They looked like two baby swings hooked together, so two people would sit in one, facing each other, and then it’d take off like a rollercoaster. We spent several hours going up and down the building in these leather elevators.
At one point I got on one of the leather elevators but here it was just a very large normal elevator. My dad was on it, and so was some other random dude who apparently worked at the college but mostly looked like… hmm. Can’t figure out who. Some sleazy businessman guy. As he talked to my dad he mentioned that Dad was my daughter and I tried to laugh at that and point out, no, I was HIS daughter, but then my dad made this “Shhh” motion to me and I remember that this was someone he’d said didn’t have a sense of humor so I shouldn’t make jokes around them.
Labels: carmen sandiego, dad, mario, molly ringwald
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Where I take a writing class
I dreamed I signed up for a creative writing class at the college. Class was always held in the computer lab for some reason (and not even the little closed-off ones, the big one) and for the first two days our teacher was a girl but on the third day it was a guy. (Erm... we switched teachers. She didn't turn into a guy.) I got a C on my first writing assignment for some tiny reason but I wasn't even that upset.
Then she assigned us a poem to write about a random thing in our life so I started off writing about a flower but at the end had a bunch of weird rambly things that made no sense, like, "It's fast time in timeland" and such. She asked me to read it to the class, so I did, except my dad was there too, and I felt really, really stupid, because it was a stupid poem. When I finished my dad was giving me this look like "What was that?" and so I said, "Well, erm, I don't even know what that means at the end, I was just kinda....." and my instructor goes, "That. Was. Incredible."
Then on day #3, my dad wanders into the lab again with his laptop, this time, and sits against a wall waiting for my class to be let out. Our instructor (a guy now) says, "Uh, for tomorrow, uh, write something about your family. OKAY! Now let's talk about Sarah Michelle Gellar, the super robot mutant. Isn't it so unfair that she doesn't get the same treatment we do?"
He lectures for like twenty minutes on this, and my dad flips open his laptop and starts watching Strong Bad Emails. My instructor turns to him and goes, "Mario. Rebuke." (Which means he thought he was playing Super Mario on his computer.) Dad goes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I HAD to play this." To which my instructor responds, "No, I mean the bag," and points to this GIANT bucket sitting by the door. Dad says it's not his bag and I say it's not mine, and the instructor starts yelling, "Well whose bag is it? You can't just bring a bag into class and DUMP it there!"
Then she assigned us a poem to write about a random thing in our life so I started off writing about a flower but at the end had a bunch of weird rambly things that made no sense, like, "It's fast time in timeland" and such. She asked me to read it to the class, so I did, except my dad was there too, and I felt really, really stupid, because it was a stupid poem. When I finished my dad was giving me this look like "What was that?" and so I said, "Well, erm, I don't even know what that means at the end, I was just kinda....." and my instructor goes, "That. Was. Incredible."
Then on day #3, my dad wanders into the lab again with his laptop, this time, and sits against a wall waiting for my class to be let out. Our instructor (a guy now) says, "Uh, for tomorrow, uh, write something about your family. OKAY! Now let's talk about Sarah Michelle Gellar, the super robot mutant. Isn't it so unfair that she doesn't get the same treatment we do?"
He lectures for like twenty minutes on this, and my dad flips open his laptop and starts watching Strong Bad Emails. My instructor turns to him and goes, "Mario. Rebuke." (Which means he thought he was playing Super Mario on his computer.) Dad goes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I HAD to play this." To which my instructor responds, "No, I mean the bag," and points to this GIANT bucket sitting by the door. Dad says it's not his bag and I say it's not mine, and the instructor starts yelling, "Well whose bag is it? You can't just bring a bag into class and DUMP it there!"
Labels: dad, mario, sarah michelle gellar, strong bad
