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CEO at my house

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It was too early in the morning as the phone rang and my grandmother picked it up and walked up the stairs (even though she doesn’t live with me). I was sleeping with my wife. My grandmother had a concerned look on her face like the telephone call was important, and told me it was my boss’s first name. Of course, I didn’t put two-and-two together since CEO never calls me. Never. So my mind flashbacked to my childhood, where I had a playmate by the same first name.

I answered: it was CEO on his cell phone, so he sounded like a radio caller. And he was angry. And it was before the sun had risen.

“Bart Barton called. He said the test was wrong.”

I remained patient and silent. Let him talk, I know I followed the directions. CEO continued:

“First, you indexed it wrong. Okay? It’s indexed wrong- the whole thing.”

“The whole thing?” I asked in feint disbelief.

“Yeah, and second..secondly, wait lemme check my notes here. Yeah, why did you index the page counter? Captain Software II is here and he said we didn’t have to index the page numbers.”

Okay, NOW I was angry because Cap. Soft. (CSII) is a JERK and doesn’t know ANYTHING about this test. NOTHING. ZILCH. NADA. ZERO.

CEO: “You’d better come down here and redo it. Bart is in California so we have a 3 hour head start; he needs it redone today.”

I asked: “Okay, where are you?”

CEO: “Downstairs. Outside of the window.”

My wife was stirring, so I quietly walked down the stairs, and my house got a lot bigger and more expensive [since CEO is a status monger]. CSII was on my couch with a laptop and paperwork…he looked righteously indignant that I indexed it wrong.

The sun was up. I looked outside of the window and saw CEO on a golf cart with filthy super-rich older men and women. My first reaction: since when is there a golf course to the right of my house? Since when did all of these rich people move in? They really looked like the type of people Bruce Wayne hangs out with. CEO was flirting with a 60-year old woman. He fit right in.

When I let him in through my [conjured up] mansion doors, he and CSII proceeded to accuse and prosecute me, while I maintained my innocence by stepping through the facts. But then I lost my cool when CSII was so ignorant and cocksure. We almost came to blows, and CEO didn’t stop us. CS II’s face was so red- I had finally gotten him to fight back in front of the boss. He claimed he could wipe me out with one punch…I said come on, followed by a bunch of cuss words. Yeah, my hatred was boiling over, and so was his. it was loud. It was ugly.

Getting past the absurdity of the accusations, he tried to stop me from asking him in front of CEO: “Why can’t you just eliminate the page count field in the SQL database? Why can’t you just edit the data instead of me redoing the whole thing?”

He interrupted me three times after I began “What can’t-”. Before the fourth time I punched him.

Anyway, after things settled down, it was now 8:35AM and I told CEO I needed to take a shower before work. He said OK. My wife had been in another bathroom taking a long shower when all of this was happening, and now it was real late and I wasn’t ready for work thanks to CEO. In my mind I said, “Watch me get scolded for being late by CEO- because he’s going to FORGET he cause me to be late.”

When I went into the bathroom and put on the shower, the water wasn’t going down the drain, and the water level was up around my thighs. My wife knocked on the door and asked, “Hon, are you STILL in the shower?” I was embarrassed. “I just came in.” I looked atthe morning from the bathroom window and it looked like a “late morning”–late as in the sun was too high for me to see it since I spent most of my life in school or working during this time on weekdays.

Eventually the scene switched to Tamarac, at my grandmother’s condo. The cast was the same, though. CEO was the boss, he totally took over the house. I defered leadership to him. CEO was trying to get Bart on the phone. For some reason the time was 4:30AM, and dark. He was going through Bart’s receptionist, to tell Bart the good news: the project would be completed on time. While he was getting Bart, I had to urinate. I went into the bathroom and saw floaters. I urinated, and hoped Bart wouldn’t get on. I heard CEO calling my name and CSII’s. I couldn’t finish in time, and missed the meeting. CSII assured CEO that the project would make it thanks to his programming script.

Finally at the end of the dream, when CEO was calm, I told him that I thought CSII should have realized this at the beginning. He nodded slowly and deliberately and whispered, “I know…I know.”

Sister-in-law dating Star Trek’s Chris Pine

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I had a dream My wife and I were vacationing in some green lush beautiful place, and we encountered my wife’s youngest sister, Vanessa. Van was arm-and-arm with the new captain Kirk, Chris Pine. Van was too shy to talk to us, she just kinda meekly said hi. Gee, thanks. I commented to my wife that Van is dating a Hollywood actor, and it seemed pretty serious.

Rebirth, Love, Retcon, Secret of the Universe

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I was in kindergarten, aged 5 or 6. The catch: I had my mind and intelligence from today. I had realized I had died was reborn and living my life over again. Mrs. Betty Bush was my teacher, and she asked a question to the class. Hands went up, and a classmate had issues answering it, but of course, I knew the answer: not only did I have my 2009 intelligence, but I also had the benefit of remembering this day. I fantasized at how well I would do in school the second time.

Then I fantasized about changing my life for the better. In this dream, I had committed a serious crime in 1996, so I told myself I would avoid it to prevent the financial strain, lack of degree (I had got kicked out of college in this dream), more money in the bank, better security, and a better job.

Then it hit me.

And I cried.

Any change- no matter how slight, would jeopardize the events leading up to the exact day that I first met my wife, whom I love unconditionally. She is innocent, uncorrupted by the filth and dark world we live in, and she accepts all of my flaws, but still retains her own independent personality separate from my own. If I tried to tamper with the timeline, I would lose her.

And I felt a deep loss.

I realized I had to replay my life and follow the script to the tee, and just react normally as I did in my first time through- complete with my irrational decisions and skewed feelings from my teenage years.

In my mind, sitting in that Brooklyn, NY classroom, I stepped through all the possible scenarios: there was no way for me to wait until late 2005 to meet my wife again if I didn’t commit my crime in 1996. Too many things would have changed, with NO guarantee that things would have ended up better. Many times people make the fatal conclusion- if something happened differently, things would automatically turn out better. But I knew better.

I fast forwarded my life to 1996 to the now-famous scene of the crime I had committed (in the dream). Watching myself do it, I saw a smile as I committed the act. And now here is the retcon (retroactive continuity of history)- I smiled because I knew I would be with my wife in the future.

So I always knew. I made a pact with myself after rebirth to do it all again to be with my soul mate, someone who I love deeply. And I had no regrets.

In the dream, my wife shook me because she heard me crying. We were sleeping in my childhood bed in Brooklyn. She felt the tears on my face, and held me. I told her everything was okay- I didn’t want to let her in on the details of the sacrifice or that I almost experienced a timeline where I chose my materialistic selfishness over true love, so I tried to hide my crying, but I couldn’t.

Still in the dream sequence, (a dream within a dream) I lie in my bed in Brooklyn at night with my wife by my side, salt tears on my cheeks, and the secret of the universe hit me: similar to me controlling my own dreams, I also controlled all of the events in my life, similar to Dr. Manhattan’s perspective of the time-line. In the dream I rationalized that I made a deal before rebirth where I accepted that nothing could be changed, and that the memories of my entire life eventually got buried, to make it easier for me to function day-to-day, and to retain my emotions and appreciation for people, events, and the moment.

Still within the dream, I flashbacked to the little boy in kindergarten (me), and realized that I was #1 in my elementary classes in real life. So I came back to full circle- another cool retcon showing I was always in control.

Broad Channel Day Camp

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Homecoming

I returned to the grand reopening of Broad Channel Day Camp in Queens, New York as a 31-year old man. My wife also signed up. (I went to Broad Channel from 1984-1990 as a kid).

The camp was completely redone, and everyone was grown up. There was a new petting zoo, and many unusual animals were there, such as the Luck Dragon from The Never Ending Story.

The counselors were running the ship now, as the Old Guard has died, I guess. Neil, who was running a Help Desk, had no idea what “class” I had to go to or what my schedule was. I was very nervous and afraid to be late.

Everything was NOT organized. Many campers were frustrated, although my wife was fine, and took pictures of the fantastic creatures.

Neil started to SHOUT and YELL at the campers (now in their 30’s). I was aghast how poor the customer service was, and wanted my money back.

House Party

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My wife and I woke up in the dark. I asked her for the time, and she responded “1:71″. I told her that it was impossible, and my watch illuminated 3:30. I was frustrated because we both thought it was time to get up, but it was still dark.

So we got up, and hundreds of people are out our house, being messy, walking in and out, and waiting for us to host them.

It was shocking.

99% of the people were strangers. I was under the impression these people were co-workers, former high school classmates, and neighbors.

I did recognize Ramalani, who spoke like Abas. He was wearing a yellow and turquoise Speedo and bathrobe. He was acting like a gay Cuban, and every out of character.

A former Boyd Anderson high school classmate named Anne Martin made fun of my bald head. I felt exposed with my clothes in the living room.

Belle and I made our way into a room and was Tashman Technologies’ CEO in a plexi-glass cage, a la Hannibal Lecter. CEO was enraged because he was “locked up like an animal”. I observed and assured him that he was safe.

More strangers came in, and Belle and I were trying to figure out how to entertain them. A giant auditorium appeared in our house. We sat next to each other, trying to sleep, with pillows and blankets. Then she walked away to help someone. An old Latin couple were using her pillow and blanket when I came back (even though I had never left). I was too shy to tell them it wasn’t theirs.

Everyone felt entitled to our home and the party. No one knew that I was supposed to be the leader. So I sat back and listened and observed. One man, a craigslister, said that he didn’t like the music being played for intermission on the movie screen. Another white dude said that he was getting antsy, and he had read about this party on the Internet. I wanted them OUT and thought of ways to get them out.

I felt helpless without control, and distressed that I was unable to entertain the guests or to get them OUT.

The Googstapo Strikes Again

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Well, the anti-matter wave struck dsu.dailyskew.com today. I noticed after I had signed up for a PPP opportunity … I saw the page rank was at zero. I refreshed, and it was still zero.

I went ahead and wrote the ad anyway, even though it said the minimum page rank was 1. For whatever reason, PPP had listed the opportunity for me, despite the anti-matter wave.

When I went to select my blog to submit my post, I noticed my blog was not available in the pull-down menu.

Okay….

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I hadn’t quite reached issue 100 of Amazing Spiderman. I was up to issue 75, and still have issue 82 or 83 on order.

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I had hoped I had missed the three-month passing of the anti-matter wave. My timing sucked.

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On behalf of my wife and two little children, I would like to thank Google for teaching me the error of my ways. I’ll be sure to renounce PPP and Smorty on my way to room 101.

NO. Seriously. We don’t need gas money.

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I’ll just use my solar-powered dream machine, and FLOAT to work. My children will live on … bubbles, and my wife and I will continue, ever stoically, living on a prayer.

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I’m glad Google has protected their shareholders from the evils of PayPerPost blog advertising.

And, god knows, I hate getting a bunch of blogs when I’m searching for De La Hoya vs. Mayweather info.

God forbid I get an opinion on a website like Ashop.com by someone who was paid to review it and write about it. Please. Deliver us from such evils, oh might Godgle.

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I will continue to defend thee, oh Mighty One. I will speak of thy simplicity, and bask in thy search results. Forgive us our sins, for we are mere greedy liliputians, with small minds and small wallets … unable to comprehend the enormity of thy task. Thy profits are beyond our imaginings … thy wisdom beyond our blog’s ability to grasp. Please forgive us, that we may find favor once again in thine eyes. Please, father Godgle, I beg thee … show mercy on thy servant. Have pity, for my page rank has been brought low. I am in sack cloth and ashes, prostrate before you. Boost my page rank. Please, Father Godgle. I am zero without thee.

Cannot thine ears hear my clicks? Cannot thine eyes see my penance?

Forgive thy wayward son. Please, Father Godgle.

Thank you, Father Godgle, for thy consideration. Thy mercies are overflowing … free spreadsheets and word processors fill my screen. Thy calendar sustains me. Thy news reader informs me. Thy widgets and gadgets … they comfort me.

Though I walk through the valley of page rank zero, I shall fear no evil. Thy search and images, they support me. Thy maps, they guide me.