too much NPR on the mind

[jwgh]

I got to bed sort of late last night, and then this morning was woken up by a pager at around 6 am. As I was trying to get back to sleep after that I was in one of those semi-unconscious states where you're still sort of awake but thoughts are chasing each other around in your brane in a fairly unrestricted fashion.

After listening to my subconscious chatter away at itself for a while I was surprised to notice a pause in the activity, which was followed by a single 'voice' saying something like, 'We hope you're enjoying these thoughts, and we know you do, but we can't keep doing it without your help. So contribute now! ...' My subconscious was subjecting me to a pledge break!

Noticing this jolted me into a bit more of a waking state. As I started to relax again, the babble of unstructured thought started to fill my mind once again, and eventually it resolved itself into an internal debate (I don't remember the topic). This was normal enough, except that eventually I realized that the voices my subconscious had chosen for the two sides of the debate were Tom and Ray from Car Talk.

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[chicken-cem.livejournal.com]

Click and Clack really can get into your dreams, take a wrench to your subconscious and all. ;-)

My Operating Systems and Networks classes in graduate school were taught by this true Boston native, an engineering prof. named Signorile. He sounded exactly like Tom & Ray, and I used to get really confused listening to him talking -- is this unix we're talking about here, or cars?

This reminds me to post about my horrible dream, entirely different from yours.

Oh, also, you must be listening to WGBH, because WRNI and WBUR just finished their pledge drives.

[jwgh]

I think I've just been exposed to a lot of pledge drives recently: WRNI, WRIU, maybe a little WGBH and WBUR in there ...

[crisper.livejournal.com]

Many years ago, my radio-alarm clock would wake me up with NPR morning news from around the world and my foggy-asleep-awake brain would manufacture all sorts of random attempts to process that stuff. There was one in particular, about lemon-scented phone booths in Japan, that I thought was a marvelous example of my mind's ability to make up random bits from scratch, that turned out to be an entirely real and factual news story. Hard to tell what was real in the World and what was not, in those days...

[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

Especially if it involves Japan.

[crisper.livejournal.com]

No kidding. There was an Armory party (late '94) that Strychnine stayed late for and needed to crash on our sofa for the night. The next morning as we're getting ready to head off to our respective next-days, he says, "Check me on this: I had a dream last night about giant monsters and in the dream, I distinctly remember that what I was dreaming about was based on actual historical events. But now that I'm awake, I'm not so sure. There hasn't ACTUALLY been a Giant Monster Attack in Tokyo ever, right?"

I had to think about it.

[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

The closest thing might be the Bush Barf.

[schwa242.livejournal.com]

Hee hee... fifty foot George Bush rises from the ocean to subject the people of Japan to his food poisoning.

-- Schwa ---

Mourning Edition

[vardissakheli.livejournal.com]

I go to the office and back on the freeway and then
I wake up in the morning to the voice of Bob Edwards again (http://www.austinlizards.com/SmallMinds/medition.html)

Even if I can't pull in WAMC on my clock radio anymore, PLEASE tell me this (http://brandautopsy.typepad.com/brandautopsy/2004/04/mourning_editio.html) is somebody's sad idea of an April Fool's joke.