15 + 6 points
Dream About Another Player by N A
October 24th, 2006 6:57 PM
So lemme begin with the caveat that actually annihilates this task proof, which is that not only did *not* dream about players whom I have not met, I dreamt about players whom I have met and met and met and hold dear to my heart. That is, I dreamt about the Engineers themselves.
That said, I kind of *want* a big red EX through my proof, ex-ed out, always already, the task that kills itself, that kills SF0, cross it out, quick!
This dream's about a month old, so it may be kind of stale, and I already told spl and ikb (and asg) about it.
So here it is: when SF0 went to NYC, I dreamt that I was in New York too, on the subway, I don't remember which train. It was definitely NOT the 6 (orange seats...maybe the C? It was headed towards Queens from Manhattan...could've been the 7, but I see the color blue in my head, not purple). I had a rumpled-up Village Voice in my hands and I was standing on the seat, reading to my fellow traveller (Yoshi, of course) that our friends, the founders of SF0, had sold the company to an organization ominously named "Advertising Agency." We talked a bit about the ideological implications of that handover, basically deciding that SF0 had ceased to exist *as such* anymore and speculated on what the company would now be called. We decided that the "zero" (the null, the void, the substantive lack) now had to be filled by a presence, the presence of capital. Maybe sold-out SF0 would now equal SF1. We didn't know. We fretted for a while about whether the Engineers had made a Faustian bargain, and were now walking about with smiles plastered on their faces and no souls. We read some more in the Village Voice. The boys had made a killing. They were millionaires. I realized, suddenly, that their windfall meant that now they had enough money to come visit me in Michigan, and I felt so happy at this prospect that I completely forgot about the evils of corporate acquisitions. Then I promptly woke up.
Ahhh, money.
That said, I kind of *want* a big red EX through my proof, ex-ed out, always already, the task that kills itself, that kills SF0, cross it out, quick!
This dream's about a month old, so it may be kind of stale, and I already told spl and ikb (and asg) about it.
So here it is: when SF0 went to NYC, I dreamt that I was in New York too, on the subway, I don't remember which train. It was definitely NOT the 6 (orange seats...maybe the C? It was headed towards Queens from Manhattan...could've been the 7, but I see the color blue in my head, not purple). I had a rumpled-up Village Voice in my hands and I was standing on the seat, reading to my fellow traveller (Yoshi, of course) that our friends, the founders of SF0, had sold the company to an organization ominously named "Advertising Agency." We talked a bit about the ideological implications of that handover, basically deciding that SF0 had ceased to exist *as such* anymore and speculated on what the company would now be called. We decided that the "zero" (the null, the void, the substantive lack) now had to be filled by a presence, the presence of capital. Maybe sold-out SF0 would now equal SF1. We didn't know. We fretted for a while about whether the Engineers had made a Faustian bargain, and were now walking about with smiles plastered on their faces and no souls. We read some more in the Village Voice. The boys had made a killing. They were millionaires. I realized, suddenly, that their windfall meant that now they had enough money to come visit me in Michigan, and I felt so happy at this prospect that I completely forgot about the evils of corporate acquisitions. Then I promptly woke up.
Ahhh, money.
