Dreamtime: The Infiltration

This week I have been completely sleep deprived and yesterday was the worst of it, I could barely stay awake. I expected smooth, dream less sleep last night but did I get it? Nay. Nay I did not.
What I got, was a nightmare of sorts.

It was a variation of a dream I think I've had before, or only think I think I've had before... you know how dreams work. Otherwise, it's a fairly common sci-fi/horror movie staple so it could have come from there.

I was at 'school' (in reality, my workplace) and firstly someone there was trying to find a way to post rude things/porn/illegal downloads etc on their work/school computer without being noticed. I saw them, but didn't say anything as they were an otherwise good person. These people are from all walks of my life but dream me knows them as 'work friends.' I see my other (actual) work friends coming back from a costume party, one's an extremely casual pirate. Oh, the irony!

Next, we're all shepherded into what seems to be an aerodrome sort of thing. It is.. at the same time, very big, and not very vast at all. I'm at the back of the room behind a pillow fort of sorts. There are other ones strategically located around the room, there is a small door behind us and a large, airplane size door. Also present is a computer terminal, some saddlebags and a small window where army/airforce/suspicious guys watch us.

A few of us are talking and don't really seem to be worried about any imminent doom. There are so many people here that I know but I don't. I read somewhere that your brain remembers every face you meet just so it can screw you up like this because you technically *do* know these people... but you likely haven't met, ever.

Next, the monster is released, and we need to work together to contain it. The 'memory' I have of the original monster was some gross, non-slimy worm thing with legs that basically just mowed us down like a creepy steamroller but this time it was a stealth infiltration.

Lucky Tiger Vs the King Hit

I have had trouble understanding the term ‘King-hit’. I know what it means, that some jerk has punched you in the back of the head and knocked you to the ground. It’s just the name is hard to get around, similar to the so called ‘honour killings’.

Violently murdering or otherwise abusing a female family member for living her life, being raped, not wanting to marry the jerk you’re trying to force her to marry or even saying ‘hi’ to a male grocery store clerk is definitely an honour killing. Only, it’s not bringing you ‘back’ any honour, you’re just squeezing the life out of any honour your family may have held at one stage.

So in a way, it’s like a twisted play on words. With ‘king hit’ I’ve always found it distasteful to even consider punching someone in a fairly cowardly way ‘king like’. This morning in the shower, I had a ponder and now I think that this is another wicked word play.

After all, most kings are jerks, right? All with the being rich while the nation starves, chopping and changing of wives, dungeons, creating your own religion because you can, etc etc. It would be just like one of those douchebag kings to have their many lackeys hold someone back so Mr Royalty could ‘win’ the fight.

Lucky Tiger VS the Giant Spider

Alright, so I'm not one for bugs. I hate the way they just invade your territory, getting their dirty little bug feet all over your stuff. trying to eat your delicious food, attempting to get all up in your face or eyeballs and sometimes they even mooch off your cable and hot water.

The hell?! In real life, we call these guys squatters.. and we get them the hell out.

So last week, I arose plenty early as I always do. Not as early as my partner (bugger that, hey!) but still about two hours or more before I have to even prepare to go to work. This is pretty funny because work is now less than ten minutes away from my den. Anyway, I felt the need to hunt down some breakfast, so I ventured out from the bedroom... and then I felt it.

Lucky Tiger is went to corporate!

So, bit of a personal announcement to make..
Lucky Tiger has a new job! Yay!
Of course, as much as I liked the old one I could probably chew your ears off about the things wrong with it. I do mean that there was so much wrong with it, but also in a more literal manner because I don't do things half assed like *some* people. Nom nom.

But anyway, that comes with any job I suppose. I'm fairly patient and understanding for a psychopath, but man I wish I could stab some of those problems out of that workplace.
This new one has so many perks and I have to say I really like my coworkers. For so long I thought I could only belong in an exaggerated cartoonish mental asylum like that one but now I see that my fears about going back to a 'real' job behind counters and things were unfounded.

Songs that make you go hmmmm....

There are some songs out in the Top 40 right now that.. well, I don't know if I like them or hate them. Some, I know I love and others I want to like but little quirks make me think twice. Then I remember that they're just songs, so who the heck cares right? Well, me and several others. But sharing is totally caring, and if they get on my nerves.. well, I hope they get on yours too.


HANGOVER - Taio Cruz (Feat Some Jerkoff)

I do like this one. Never had a hangover, so while others may groan, clutch their heads and writhe feebly on the ground.. I'm probably singing along. It really is a damn catchy one. My only problem is the little bits in between. Let's have a look at the lyrics.

so I can go until I blow up, eh
and I can drink until I throw up, eh
and I don’t ever ever want to grow up, eh
I want to keep it going, keep keep it going

Eh? Eh?! Eh.
What's with the ehs? If you stretch your imagination a little bit you could make them into 'heys' which are slightly more understandable. Those little 'ehs' don't seem like much but they remind me of another song..

Train Spotting AKA The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Today I'm writing about this article on a boy that got hit by a train.

footage-released-of-boy-being-hit-by-train Via NineMSN 15:30 AEST Fri Aug 26 2011

When I first read that title I was like, 'no way are they going to show some kid getting killed!' Of course, they didn't. The lucky ass kid survived. I hope he didn't lose too many brain cells because frankly, he needs them.
Obviously I'm not sitting in my chair gleefully rubbing my hands together at the prospect of people getting hit by trains, but at the risk of 'victim blaming' I'm still going to say that if you run over train tracks, you're kind of asking for it.