en http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/ Thu, 1 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000 Thu, 1 Jan 1970 00:00:00 +0000 60 http://www.audioscrobbler.net/data/webservices http://www.last.fm/user/TheInfatuated/journal The Last.fm journal for TheInfatuated. Last.fm journals are a place to talk about all things music. http://www.last.fm/user/TheInfatuated/journal/2008/10/04/27byya_the_strangest_dream_(incl._jason_mraz) Sat, 4 Oct 2008 13:06:29 +0000 http://www.last.fm/user/TheInfatuated/journal/2008/10/04/27byya_the_strangest_dream_(incl._jason_mraz) In my dream tonight I went out for some exercise. I chose jogging through canals in the nude, which I was sure I had done before. The city was dark and practically empty, so when I reached a dead end of a canal and had to jog outside of the water for a bit it wasn't too bad; the feeling of embarrassment was kept minimal throughout the entire dream.

When I returned home I decided to enter the house through a secret entrance in the roof, leading to a complex of stairs and rooms unknown to the other inhabitants. Taking the front door to get to our 1st floor apartment didn't occur to me. Also, I like hopping down stairs and I felt like knowing that I had done it successfully at least once before.

So I started jumping down flights of stairs, passing by doors that told me which floor they led to and many others that were used by maintenance personnel, I figured. While hopping down further I thought about our janitor, Jason Mraz. I knew he lived in this maze of scary dark rooms and I certainly didn't want him to know I was using his territorial dominion to get to my apartment just for funsies.

Unfortunately I had passed the door that led to the 2nd floor and hopped further down, just to find that all of a sudden there seemed to be no more doors to the apartment floors and I was lost. I went up again to see where I went wrong or to just enter another floor and take the normal stairs, but those doors were gone now, too.

I began to panic a wee little bit and, scared to the bone, started to carefully open the doors I did find. The rooms behind these doors looked somewhat green due to bad lighting and were filled with all sorts of ominous pipes that went in all directions. Steam came out through several gaps and it was rather noisy. I quickly closed these doors again and went further up to find a brighter place (and hopefully a door that led to the apartments)

At a place that actually was a lot brighter I decided to open a door that said something with "outside" on a sign attached to it, even though I was very sure this door did not lead outside directly and was not to be opened by anyone unauthorized (which I knew I was). The door was difficult to open because it was connected to some very peculiar DIY mechanics that opened another door automatically. Suddenly I could see into a comfy but empty wooden room that was illuminated by sunlight coming in from another room with no door. There was a mattress on the floor and without even entering the first room I could discern our janitor Mr. Mraz, sleeping peacefully.

I knew I had crossed a boundary and tried to silently put the odd door mechanism back in place again, but it just wouldn't stay closed. I realized that it could probably only be shut from the inside. I panicked once more, trying again and again to close the door, but it just wouldn't work ... I took another good look at the sleeping janitor and considered walking past him through his room which had to have at least one more exit - and then, instead of him, I woke up. THE END.

(Imagery and content of this dream are probably derived from the so-so film 1408 with John Cusack based on a Stephen King novel, several popular video games I've watched a friend play, like Portal, Bioshock and Half Life 2 and probably the very enjoyable Jason Mraz concert two days ago. Which city I lived in, why I jogged through canals naked and why Jason came in the form of a stringent janitor, which he was, despite being asleep throughout my whole dream, I do not know. Sorry.)]]> http://www.last.fm/user/TheInfatuated/journal/2008/10/03/27b2e2_be_brave,_set_your_inner_dork_free... Fri, 3 Oct 2008 23:39:37 +0000 http://www.last.fm/user/TheInfatuated/journal/2008/10/03/27b2e2_be_brave,_set_your_inner_dork_free... ...and play the amazing "In my pants"-game! ^______^

The rules are quite simple slash silly:
Just put looooaaaads of your music in a playlist and randomize them. To the first 10 song titles that your player picks you just add the words "in my pants" and start to giggle like the dork you are - and don't forget to document everything!


Here's what I got - in my pants (ha ha, it just always seems to work!):

1. Do Nah Bodda Mi In My Pants (Roots Manuva)

2. Soda Shop In My Pants (Jay Brannan)

3. Goddamned In My Pants (same guy)

4. Your Heat Is Rising In My Pants (Electric Six)

5. Home Sweet Home In My Pants (Detektivbyrån)

6. Be Somebody In My Pants (Kings of Leon)

7. Monster In My Pants (Detektivbyrån)

8. Better In My Pants (Regina Spektor)

9. White Trash In My Pants (Marilyn Manson)

10. Snakeskin Shoes In My Pants (The Tiger Lillies)]]>