“It would be much bigger a catastrophe for us in case of any passenger plane crash.

…and began to breath a sigh of relief, until I read the rest of it:

“That would have a fatal, long-term consequences for the industry,” Okamura said in Prague.

I mean, double-u tee eff. I suppose it’s old news that major industries consider human lives in economic terms, but how is it that people are so willing to accept this valuation of their lives? I get the big industry mogul who thinks of human lives or injuries as a cost benefit analysis of lawsuits versus safety reform. I totally understand this evil. The puzzling thing is the complete acquiescence, compliance and even support of the people being devalued. It’s the people who read that quote and think of the health of industry, the danger to the economy, rather than the invaluableness of even one human life that totally warp my brain.

When I came back, I saw this:

To be honest, I really just stood there for a second looking at it. Maybe a few seconds, actually. Then, like any red-blooded true Californian would, I ran for my camera phone. Crazy fluke, or message from Buddy Christ? You decide.

That is all.

Boy, talk about a shit job. Poor Owen. But seriously, I snapped this photo at a Quiznos somewhere in Mountainview . . . doesn’t anyone read over these things?

Can we please have sidewalks? That can be walked on?

Kthxbai

Apparently all black vinegars have a little lead in them, I’m not sure why. So don’t feed it to your toddler.

It starts off innocently enough; I’m in Ohio visiting my family there. My uncle and cousin Bill decide they want to go play darts. I was stressed out because I’d forgotten my makeup (in real life I rarely wear makeup, I didn’t even wear it to my wedding) and I totally suck at darts.

When we got there, my uncle had turned into Steve Buscemi and my cousin had turned into a woman. In real life, my cousin is actually gay, but to the best of my knowledge he’s never wanted a sex change. Apparently he got one sometime during the car ride, and well, who the fuck knows what happened to my uncle, but he was suddenly really good at darts.

As my Steve Buscemi uncle was amazing everyone there with his superior darts skills, a group of J-Rockers came over and started hitting on Billy. (What a Japanese rock band was doing in the middle of Ohio, I’ll never know.) The flirting turned into teasing, which got out of hand, so I broke it up. After throwing a plate at them, I yelled “Hey! Billy just needs to be herself. Don’t ever fuck with anyone in my family.” That’s when this dream really goes down the rabbit hole of weirdness.

The J-rockers were furious and they chased me out of the bar. Once outside, I realized we were in downtown San Jose, near the convention center. The J-rockers had turned into a group of girls (not much of a change, really, but anyway.) They chased me through downtown, throwing darts at me, and telling me that if I didn’t stop they were going to sue me. I yelled back that you can’t sue a person for running, and just as I said this I ran into the door of a hotel I hadn’t seen before. It was a HUGE hotel, bigger than the Marriot in San Jose (which is 26 floors).

The Marriot in San Jose from www.cdengineers.com

On the doors hung a “KEEP OUT” sign, but I walked in anyway.

The instant I closed the door behind me everything fell totally silent. There wasn’t another person in sight, only a huge, sprawling lobby. Instantly I noticed the decor was a very old style, like a hotel from the early 1900’s. The center of the hotel was open to the sky, so that it looked like a gigantic straw with rooms all along the edges. In the center of the room there was a huge, cube-shaped glass tank up on stilts, about 50 feet in the air, with a tiny ladder leading up to the top, but I had no time to look at that now. Quickly I darted down a set of stairs to my left which led through a door and into a very small, tight hallway which became smaller and smaller until it was barely a crawlspace. At the end of the crawlspace there was a door through which I could hear the sound of an older woman humming. I looked under the door and saw two feet—one was the foot of a young girl in Sunday clothes (white stalking, little black tap-dance type shoes) and the other foot was that of a dog. I had barely enough time to think wtf? When the door burst open and there was a wolf glaring at me. The wolf, standing on its hind legs and holding a tub of lipstick, had three normal legs and one human girl leg.

artist’s rendering of wolf woman. Media: MS Paint.

It appeared she had been putting on makeup, and was now incredibly angry that I had disturbed her. I hustled back down the crawlspace as fast as I could, running when I was able to. No matter how fast or slow I went, the wolf was just behind me, barking and frothing at the mouth. I ran through several doors and hallways of different sizes until I stumbled upon a ladder and began crawling up.

I went up through a few floors and then realized I was back in the lobby, crawling up the ladder which led to the tank. The inside of the tank was much bigger than the outside; it was a very large, snowy field. I walked along, wondering what the hell kind of hotel this was, when suddenly I saw a polar bear, sitting on a rock, reading children’s stories out loud to himself. When he saw me, he let out a huge roar, which sounded to me a lot like him saying “READ!!” but I didn’t move.

artist’s rendering of polar bear in snowy field, reading children’s books. Media: MS paint.

This was the wrong thing to do, because he stood up and chased me out of the tank. I jumped over the side, falling about 100 feet, and just before I hit the marble floor of the lobby, I woke up.