Sotto Voce.

…back to typecasting next week ‘cuz I didn’t bring a typewriter (or a scanner for that matter). If only our electro- wizards could invent some sort of magical “tele-typewriting” gizmo that could allow me to post typewritten text instead of using these ephemeral “electrical words.”

If we but had such devices, we could have conquered Mars with fleets of metal airships by now.

The times we live in, hmmm?

I woke up this morning at around 4:00 a.m. from a weird dream (a lady and her son kept breaking into my mom’s house to do laundry; we finally caught them in the act but they were defiant until I went all Alan Shore on them) and was just about to fall asleep again when a big summer thunderstorm came blowing in from, it sounded like, the south off the bay.

The lightning was pretty impressive, and as it got closer and brighter it played this neat strobe effect on the ceiling fan. Dim flashes made it appear to hiccup; big flashes made up of several rat-a-tat bursts made the fan appear to start spinning backwards.

It was a very mind-bending optical illusion that really made me appreciate the sometimes fuzzy line between what we are really seeing and what we think we are seeing. It was a good enough show for MJ and me to play “ooh, didja see that one?” for a good half hour until the storm finally drifted away and we along with it.