Duck Tape Cuss'in

Wow, time to post an update. Had a great time (as usual!) at the consummate x-mass festivities with M and G. Was great seeing them and the whole clan again!

Hit the tribal casino on the way back. Boy, they don't cut any breaks for Indians either. And how the slot machines have changed. Instead of simple little rows where you get three cherries and win or lose, there are all sorts of jaggedly lines and wild cards or affinity matches and you can bet on multiple lines with multiple bets. Gak. I never did figure it all out. Just punched some buttons. Wasn't sure why I won or lost. Spent my $10 dollars. Bah. Bright-eyes won something like $21 though, all on penny slots. We're still not sure why or how. Sonic broke even on blackjack I think.

Made it back to the high country and had about a day to unpack when I got slammed with a nasty, 3+ day flu. Guess I'll get that over with early this season.

Found myself lecturing in a dream this morning. (OK, afternoon, hey I'm finishing my recovery!) Was explaining to a class of 6th graders(?) how duct tape cussing works. Apparently, it goes something like this...

You take a cuss word, I used an imaginary one like "mapa" which means "vicious skunk" in Swahili (I'm pretty sure.) Then you break it up an use one syllable as the end of a word before and the next one to begin the next word...

"Grandma popped the balloon"

And viola, you snuck MAPA into the discourse. The rest of the dream seemed to involve figuring out how to get back into the future; somehow I had gotten stuck in the past, and the best trail I could find for doing was through clues in comic books. Shades of "Heroes" but more elliptical, as the comic books held icons, it was more like decoding hieroglyphs than some author depicting the future.

Lots to do today and even some energy to do it. Will chat more laters!

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