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Get ready to have a non-productive rest of the week:
Nethack 3.4.1 is out!
They would have to release this when I’m on a deadline, wouldn’t they?
If you missed it, yesterday’s Strong Bad Email is good for spreading some mirth.
Looks like John Ashcroft has run out of naked statues to cover up.
I had a dream last night: the world was set on fire, and everywhere I ran, there was a deadly war.
Oh, wait. That’s not what happened.
I dreamed that I was standing at the base of a really tall Mayan pyramid, hoping to get to the top. I was surrounded by people who looked like they were on The Simpsons, but if I looked at them directly, they vanished.
When I tried to climb the pyramid, the steps would scroll down, like an escalator, and Professor Frink would pass me coming down over and over again. I never made it past the first step, no matter how hard I climbed.
Stupid symbolic dreams, with the pyramids and the escalators and the FLAVEN.
I order ISBNs today. Holy shit.

99 thoughts on “Click Friend and Enter!”

  1. Oh man, Ze-Mag makes with the funny. I TOTALLY should have signed this “The Yellow Dart.”
    Fixing my misspelling noe.
    Heh. “noe”

  2. Wil,
    regarding Ashcroft’s lastest scheme you may want to check out the CNet news article ( for some other – more troubling – aspects of the case.
    “Marc Rotenberg of the Electronic Privacy Information Center said redirecting Web visitors to raises novel legal issues. “It sounds like this is a concluded drug operation segueing into a new sting operation,” he said. “In effect, the defunct Web sites become electronic flypaper for those looking for illegal drug paraphernalia, reporters covering the story, and people who have trouble spelling in Google.”
    Nethack escapism, here I come!

  3. Regarding your dreams: me thinks you have been spending too much time playing Wil?
    ISBN’S…YEAH!! “THE BOOK’S” are getting closer!

  4. My grandpa used to say:
    Wake-up and piss, the world’s on fire!
    Early, early in the mornings.
    When I got older, I asked, “Grandpa, why do you say that stupid thing every morning when I’m here, besides to scare the bejezus out of me?” and he answered:
    “If the world was on fire and everyone pissed on it, there’d be no more fire. See?”
    I still don’t.

  5. I used to have that dream when I was a kid, only mine was a giant boulder rolling down-hill behind me. (I’m around Wil’s age and this was at five or six, *before* ‘Raiders…’. Don’t accuse me of having memories like Bill Murray did in ‘Scrooged’.)
    There’s all kinds of psycho-babble Freudian BS that one can read into it if one wants. Powerlessness, looming deadlines. One wants to sleep with one’s mother. Er, okay. Maybe not that.
    My wife has dreams and wants to analyse them all to hell. I just think it’s the Mind’s playground.
    “Waitaminute, guys! Consciousness isn’t looking. Now we can get away with all that crap that it won’t let us do when it’s around!”
    Then again, there are all those Jerry Lewis dreams ….

  6. Your dream is a quite common one and is called a Sisyphean Task.
    As for your frustrating obstacles in writing (detailed a few weeks ago) I would suggest you get the book “Becomming a Writer” by Dorothea Brande. It addresses the psychological aspect of being an author (as opposed to the technical) especially those issues of people’s perceptions.
    Good luck.

  7. I have a friend who analyzes dreams, and I always try mine out on him, just to see how much nonsense he can spout in 15 minutes. And to laugh at him. I stumped him once, though, I had a dream about babies and water that looked like blood, and he had no idea what in the hell it meant. I laughed.

  8. there are days when I wonder if the world is better off with Senator Ashcroft as the US top cop. most of the time I think that it isn’t….

  9. Oh my god, my grandma was a druggie! She had this collection of miniature spoons!! A different one to use in each state! And some from other countries, like Aruba and the Bahamas…
    I’m crushed.

  10. Gotta love those dreams, eh Wil? Here’s a scarier thought. I walk through my neighborhood, totally awake. Same neighborhood I’ve stomped around in for over 20 years. And now, with the way everything is, I see each house with sandbags and munitions, the whole place is a war zone. I only hope that it stays just a vision. Just had three of my old friends shipped to the sandbox in the last few days. After the 1st Gulf War, I though I had this war thing beat. Guess I was wrong. Here’s to hoping for peace…

  11. Good Boingo quote. After the first few words, I was actually singing the song. Thanks for brightening my day. After all, it truly IS just another day. :)

  12. I ordered ISBNs once, but then decided against it at the last moment when it turned out that the International Standard Book Numbers are not always numbers, don’t always apply to books, are not standard and usually not international. It just seemed bizarre and wrong…

  13. ISBNs!!! *bounces* Yay! Good luck! Break a leg, what have you…I shall buy the book. Oh yes, I shall.
    And hey, at least you didn’t get sucked below the pyramid escalator in the dream or get your pants ripped off like in that candy bar commercial…
    *envisions the pants thing…laughs ass off*
    Couldn’t help it.

  14. Great blog today, I played and died. I laughed and lastly I am sorry about those weird dreams, I just needed a break from the pyramids. lol
    *note to self: stop sending weird pyramid dream suggestions to Wil. 😉 *

  15. Hi NephraTari,
    I’ve been unwell for the last few days nursing a flu and living off the Discovery Biography and History channels, have you been sending me weird dreams???
    (Like I’m made of laminated sheets of fluorescent red glass???!!)
    I’m going outside to bury all the pipes and spoons in Mother’s garden gnome collection.

  16. I used to play that game as a kid but we called it rogue. I spent hours playing that game and spent hours getting killed, usually cos I couldn’t find any food, and a monsster came along a killed me because I was so weak.

  17. There is an episode of the Simpson’s where Homer goes in search of his soul mate. He is actually tripping after eating a red hot chili pepper at the chilli eating contest. Anyway, on his trip he encounters a Myan pyramid as you described which also scolls down as he tries to climb (sans Frink). Anyway, at the end of the episode he finds his soul mate…….Marge (of course). SO, this is either symbolic of a quest you need to go on or sybolic of the fact that you watch waaaaaay to much T.V………Maybe a little from column A and a little from column B.
    Search for the episode I am referring to. Perhaps there is truth to be found.
    Good Luck.
    P.S. – Wesley ruled…….it was his costumes that sucked.

  18. I Really want the Bur(r)ito.
    Please…I’m hungry.
    So near and yet so far.
    I know not of this Ashcroft fellow.
    To the Hall of Villains!!! Away!!!

  19. Ditto what Renpiti said.
    I love obscure musical references – especially ones that take me back to High School 😉 (I just hope the lyrics aren’t too prophetic.)
    Ashcroft, man… griganfragnmarrgle… argh.
    Here’s hoping you get some decent sleep.

  20. Wil, I too had a weird dream. I dreamed I was a giant onion and every time I cut myself the people around me would start to cry.
    “Is all that we see or seem, but a dream within a dream.”
    Way too much Simpsons, Wil, just way too much. Maybe watch some TNG instead.
    ISBN. Good, very good.
    How much?
    -The Crawling Chaos-
    Note to self – Stick to solids for lunch.

  21. When I was little, I had this reoccurring nightmare that the mascot from Beaver Lumber was chasing me. To get away from him I had to run across the linoleum kitchen floor; Of course, I was wearing socks, so the harder I ran, the slower I went.
    I haven’t slept since.

  22. Nethack rocks!
    I first tried it back in around 1993.
    At first, my friend and I laughed at it’s graphics.
    Then, we played..and played and played.
    And realized it was the finest RPG ever made.
    Proof that you can’t judge a game by it’s graphics.

  23. For a fire-war-vanishing-people non-dream read the short story “Cassandra” by C.J. Cherryh. I read it last night in an anthology and it really got me thinking. Also the myth of Sisyphus . . .
    Sometimes I wonder how I sleep at night, what with the news, sci fi stories, and fairy tales and myths roiling around in my head. Scary stuff. And then I dream about it – and I know other people do too.

  24. You probably wouldn’t really want make it to the top of one of those Mayan pyramids. They used to rip people’s hearts out up there.

  25. Ever have that dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid, with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?
    Why am I the only one who has that dream?

  26. Wil:
    I would like to interpret your dream if I could.
    You see, the pyramids clearly represent giant boobies. The steps represent your awkwardness toward said boobies. Now then, the reason for this awkwardness is clearly rooted in your role on TNG in being in such close proximity of the actress, Marina Sirtis. You see, Wil, Marina (I call her Marina) had (has) big giant boobies and as a young lad you were drawn to them without your knowing like beacons to a lost sailor at sea

  27. Wil,
    I saw you doing an infomercial with some blonde woman (I forgot her name; it was 2AM). I even forget what it was you were selling. What was it again? Even though I was half awake, the product looked good.

  28. Damn that Asscroft, what a jerkoff. Marijuana is not good for you, but it shouldn’t be a crime unless alcohol is too. The hypocrisy of the U.S. government knows no bounds.

  29. Hmm.. Fire… Burning… AHH My burrito!
    Anywho, Nice entry there Wil. I had one of those scrolly stair dreams to except my scrolly stairs went in all directions.. craaaazy

  30. “Looks like John Ashcroft has run out of naked statues to cover up.”
    Wil, you don’t know half of this actrocity called “your tax dollars at work”. Thanks to our wonderful “Patriot Act”, even model rocketry may become outlawed:
    All this nonstop misery since 2000, simply because people didn’t like the fact that Clinton got a “hummer”. Jeez!
    PS: AssKKKroft is mainly going off on these jihads like this ever since he overstepped his bounds on announcing the arrest of that “dirty bomb” guy, and as a result Bush must have reduced his role in the “war on terrorism”. Well, what’s a flaming nazi jeezoid in power gonna do when he’s now got more time on his hands?
    Okay, tangent mode OFF. I shut up now.

  31. You are most definitely my hero for spreading the Homestar love. My friends and I love it. And yes, they made me a build-a-bear for my birthday that when you squeeze the hand it says, “I am still awesome…..seriously” Oh Strongbad. Also, I just love your site in general- I have the same kind of humor and I love all the music you list and talk about. Good times with Wil.

  32. “Something strange happened to me this morning.”
    “Was it a dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?”
    “Why am I the only person that has that dream?”
    You’re doing fine, Wil. Let that inner geek completely free!

  33. Two Bauhaus-inspired titles, and now more Boingo-inspired quoting…
    Wil, Wil, Wil, if you weren’t straight and I hadn’t just found a boyfriend, I’d have to hunt you down and make you mine.
    And we would talk about geeky computer crap over breakfast.
    Oh well, guess we’ll both have to make do with this Universe.

  34. Actually, it’s “There wasn’t any water”, but your version is more fitting for the times. :)
    “And just when I think
    That things are in their place
    The heavens are secure
    The whole thing explodes in my face”

  35. I used to believe that “Stay” said “if we get the room one more night”, since the video was in what appeared to be a hotel bar. I think I’ll just believe that mixing “wasn’t any water” with “was a deadly war” is just very clever wordplay, rather than a mistake.

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