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So I had another bizarre fucking dream. (No surprise there! No Winchesters either, orz.)

In it, I was at this sort of World's Fair-eque place. Lots of big tents, carnival atmosphere, what have you. I don't know how or why, but I ended up buying four sarcophagi. Egyptian ones, all painted bright and gaudy. Yes, they did have mummies in them. So I end up tooling all around town in a jeep with these four sarcophagi crammed into the back seat and sticking out the back. I end up seeing a couple of friends from work, and one of them can read the hieratic on the outside of one of the sarcophagi. WHICH IS CONFUSING AS IT WOULDN'T BE HIERATIC but whatever, dream. Anyway, apparently reading said words aloud brought the mummies back to life and they wandered off. We learned that the four mummies were a pharaoh and his first daughter, and the pharaoh's high priest and his consort. They had all apparently poisoned one another to death. And then the mummies wandered back, still looking like half-rotton mummies only wearing tee shirts from the fair.

I, I don't even know. I blame this on Ed and Al. This is clearly their fault for messing with the Book of the Dead.

Hieratic! On a sarcophagus! What the hell, brain, at least get your written languages straight...

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Joss Whedon? Avengers? *checks calendar* IF THIS IS A WAY LATE APRIL FOOL'S JOKE I WILL HAVE WORDS WITH SOMEONE. *flail*

Waaaaaat

True Story

(Exchange through e-mail)

Mom: I'm have trouble burning this DVD. Can you help?
Me: Blah blah blah troubleshooting. What DVD program are you using?
Mom: Dell.
Me: ... headdesk.

*note, my mother is more tech savvy than that.. usually. But oh my god my WTF face.

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