My psychic life.

Last night, I had what may very well be classified as a PSYCHIC DREAM.

And it was about the secret (well, not anymore) CIA operative otherwise known as Asplundh.

Now, this requires a bit of back story. For the past few weeks, a number of white pick-up trucks marked with the word "Asplundh" have been staking out the territory surrounding the office where I work. During our post-lunch walk, my coworkers and I witnessed two Asplundh trucks engaging in what can only be described as very poorly disguised reconnaissance. These trucks have also been parked at various points along the road that leads to the office building, once going so far as to park directly in front of the driveway leading into our parking lot.

Sketchy, right?

Naturally, my friends and I love to joke that Asplundh is obviously a cover for some unit of the CIA. (Perhaps a training unit, hence the overtly sketchy behavior.) But none of us ever actually knew what Asplundh was...until I uncovered the truth with my subconscious (unconscious) mind.

Needless to say, I, Allison, successfully Google-searched Asplundh in a dream last night.

Yes, successfully. In my dream, I wanted to uncover the truth behind the inside joke, so I completed a Google search on the word "Asplundh." At first, that lead me to a page about the Department of Homeland Security (of course). That result, though fitting, didn't make sense even in my dream. However, a second search attempt told me that Asplundh was, in fact, some sort of tree preservation society or organization.

This morning, after waking up and laughing about my dream, I was inspired to do a real Google search which uncovered....


...a government-hired agency dedicated to tree and vegetation management.

Me = psychic.

End of story.

Mysteries of the office.

This morning at work, I made a quick calculation on a Post-It and then tore the note off the half-used pad for a clean sheet. Already scrawled on the now-exposed note underneath was a simple message: "Hi!"

I've had this pad of Post-Its on my desk for at least six months, but it's not my handwriting. Hmm.... Mysterious.

This is like that time I found a Queen of Hearts playing card placed face-down on my desk, perfectly parallel with both the edge of my keyboard and desk. Mysterious.

I still carry the Queen of Hearts in my wallet.

The Post-It will probably be thrown away.

So it goes.

Everything is better with baby turtles.

Last night I dreamt that I stumbled upon the gates to Hell, and they were surrounded by gorillas. Big, mean gorillas. I was kind of worried, but I didn't stick around long because I knew I had an appointment to get to at 6 p.m. It was already 5:26, so I had to hurry. I couldn't remember what the appointment was, though, so I looked in my day planner. It read:

Oralogist
5:30 p.m.

Oralogist is, obviously, dreamspeak for "dentist." I worried about being late to my appointment, and felt stupid for remembering the time incorrectly, but I HAD to go to the dentist. So I hopped in my car and drove to the "dentist's office," which was actually an office hallway that led to a dirty, hectic kitchen.

Once inside, I adopted two baby turtles. The dentist examined both turtles, deemed them healthy and then dropped them into a fish bowl filled with orange juice. The two turtles became one, the fishbowl became an aquarium, and the orange juice slowly transformed into water. I was excited to take the turtle(s) home, but wasn't sure how I'd carry the aquarium back to my car.


Whatever that means, it made for a very topsy-turvy morning for my brain when I finally woke up. I forgot to put on eyeliner, and then I left my cell phone at home.

But, man, those baby turtles were cute.

Tell it to Tupac.

It's apparent I'm not awake yet. The lights are on but no one's home. I've been at work about 20 minutes, and within the past two I've seemingly been misreading everything.

Looking over some lists of performers with new events coming up:

Frank Sinatra, Jr. was truncated in my mind to Frank Sinatra.
Bill Cosby transfigured into Bing Crosby.

And my mind screamed, DEAD MEN CAN'T MAKE MUSIC!

But tell that to Tupac and Biggie, right?

Lazy.

Well, here I am, updating because I feel like I should. Nothing new to say, really. Overall, I'm contented with life besides the occasional interpersonal setbacks and internal tantrums. Days have been busy, hazy and fast, and my dreams have been vivid and overdrawn, per the usual. In high school, teen-ages ago, I used to compare key components of my dreams against various decoding "dictionaries," but these days they don't tell me anything about myself, maybe just about the generic perceptions of other people. Life, waking or sleeping, is in the eye of the beholder, and I am more privy to all my facets than most-if-not-all beholders. (I might not share well with others, but I share everything with myself.) Most everyone else just focuses on one aspect, actual or not, scattering me-myself to pieces across a plane of unconsciously willful misunderstanding. I am what I am, that is to say. For better or for worse, but always striving for best. And I find myself knowing all that I do and more of what I don't, and am thankful for my wealth of self-insight.

Now, putting that into action....

Apple <3s kitties.

If Twitter's trends for the day are any indication, today's big news isn't one of abducted American journalists being sentenced to 12 years of hard labor, but rather Apple's official confirmation that OS 10.6 will be dubbed "Snow Leopard," following the company's Big Cat naming trend.

(Side note: Part of my work responsibilities require me to have a Twitter presence, though, thank God, only as a non-personal corporate entity of sorts. But, as a result, I know too much about Twitter. And by "too much," I mean "something.")

Anyway, since I love me some Apple as much as the next sane modern computer user, I began to wonder what cat names are in the cards for Mac's remaining OS X generations, 10.7, 10.8 and 10.9. We've already gone through some biggies, after all: Cheetah, Puma, Jaguar, Panther, Tiger and, currently, Leopard. Here are my predictions for future installments in everyone's favorite OS, in no particular order:

Lion: This will obviously be 10.9, king of the OS X pack. Described by Apple aficionados as being "The Best," and by Windows users as being "Terrifyingly User-Friendly" and having "Really Scary Teeth." With notable customized variations:

Nittany Lion: Only available to Penn State University students and alumni. Default desktop image of Joe Paterno.
Mountain Lion: Allows your computer to double as a still; comes with recipe for Apple's Homemade Moonshine.

Cougar: For older, but still physically attractive, women; with an interactive component that randomly generates compliments on one's physical appearance and a built-in widget of listings for local plastic surgeons. Or, conversely, for young, gold digging men; with various built-in applications that automatically spend money and set up personal profiles in search of young, attractive mistresses on Internet dating sites.

Smilodon: (Also: "Sabre-Toothed Tiger") Novelty OS with special themed apps and widgets. Upon installation, replaces any preexisting Adobe Creative Suite Package with "Cave Painting," any downloaded or factory installed games with "Inventing the Wheel," and Microsoft Word with "Emphatic Grunts and Pantomime."

Domestic: (Also: "House Cat") For agoraphobes or social pariahs. Can be installed in multiples to give a "multi-screen" effect on a single monitor, popularly to watch multiple YouTube videos of adorable animals and/or stupid human tricks at once. Used to combat feelings of loneliness and to simulate any sort of connection to the outside world.

Fisher: (Also: "Fisher Cat," New England only) An application created by Windows, purportedly to allow a Windows user to install & run an Apple OS on their desktop, as Apple users are able to do with Windows when (God forbid) necessary. However, the application instead downloads a virulent phishing virus used to obtain sensitive personal information from the offending parties as a punishment for trying to use an Apple OS.

If any or all of these predictions come true, you heard it here first. I could take or leave any of them, really, but Mountain Lion might be fun to bring out at parties.

On matters of love and practicality.

This might not come as a revelation to anyone who's known me for any period of time, but...I'm not particularly good at maintaining long-term relationships, short-term relationships, no-term relationships or -- hey, if I'm going to be entirely honest -- any sustained level of male-female interaction requiring patience, compassion and general emotional stability.

I'm not particularly torn up about being single presently since I'm not that prone to feeling desperately lonely. But I am worried that any chances for exhibiting my aptitude as a housewife will be ruined by my solitary tendencies.

I'll have you know, I possess a number of characteristics that would be beneficial to any Potential Husband(s) I may have in the future. For example, when I'm stressed out, I enjoy:

1.) cooking,
2.) cleaning,
3.) organizing,
4.) shaving my legs,
5.) engaging in private activities one does not discuss in polite society, and
6.) driving long distances.

I should clarify on the "cleaning": While I'm not partial to vacuuming, I do have a strange predilection for an old fashioned sweeping and scrubbing. But that's easy enough to solve. (Potential Husband, if you're reading this, let's try to find something with hardwood floors. Or linoleum tiles, at the very least...if we must.)

I can relate to a man's Inner Geek (I was raised on Monty Python, the Three Stooges, Star Wars, and all varieties of Star Trek) without over-indulging it (I won't go to your conferences or dress up for your non-canon fantasies). Also, I'm definitely not a shopaholic, probably not an alcoholic, and I don't listen to questionable mainstream music.

All things considered, as long as I don't get frustrated with my Potential Husband(s), empty our joint checking account(s) and take off into the night on one of those long-distance drives (which may or may not include faking my own death and living the rest of my life under an assumed identity in another geographical region of the world that doesn't allow extradition), I should think said Potential Husband(s) would consider me a Very Good Catch.

Don't you think?

Anyway, feel free to submit your Potential Husband applications for review. And thanks for listening.... I'm glad we had this talk.