My subconscious clearly doesn't think much of me these days. While drafting an e-mail to a colleague about a project that was delayed for various reasons, I responded to her apology for the problems: "Not to worry! It is at least entirely my fault."
Which, first of all, it wasn't, stupid subconscious, and second of all, I refuse to contemplate the ghastly circumstances under which I could be more than 100% to blame for anything.
Last night I dreamed that Buffy the Vampire Slayer (oh how pedestrian, how lowbrow! Couldn't it be Vaclav Havel or somebody? Also, I must stop reading The Annotated Buffy at work.) saved me from a shootout in a very old, rusty Mini Cooper. Then she dropped me off at superhero school so I would be able to take care of things myself next time. The students had to wear monochromatic unitard/tights/mask ensembles until they reached the upper classes, when they got to design more interesting outfits. I will let you know how my studies go. Perhaps my psyche will start to think better of me when I get my Certificate of Zombie Ass-Kicking.
Posted by hilatron at August 23, 2004 01:34 PM | TrackBackWell, this could be a good example...This morning, I was 300% responsible for my foot hurting, because I was 100% responsible for the fact that I didn't put my slippers on, I was 100% responsible for the fact that I kicked my TV stand with my bare foot, and I was 100% responsible for the fact that after I picked my foot up to rub it, I put it down directly onto my keys.
Posted by: aaron at August 25, 2004 06:37 AMi am going to have to have a stern talk with your subconscious, young lady.
Posted by: jenni at August 25, 2004 04:09 PM