I had a dream last night that was very similar to one I’ve had before. I was living in an old building and had to move for some reason. Rather than gathering up my stuff I just went into the front area and started it up like a truck. Then I drove it through the city. I don’t recall the particulars of the dream, just that one point… And being worried about low bridges.
There’s something very off putting about hearing the tweets of random people on television. I can’t put my finger on what exactly. Every time a news provider says they’re about to check their facebook, twitter, or what have you, I feel a twinge of rage. If I wanted to know what sexybabe87 thinks about the economic downturn I’d follow her. I don’t. I want the media to tell me the facts so I can decide for myself. Underline facts. At some point everybody in newsrooms across the world forgot how to report objectively, without bias. That’s a whole other thing though.