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Well, flying back to good 'ol Cali tomorrow morning. CES was a blast! I got mobbed trying to leave the hall after our presentation on our ENCOM Oasis flexible screen and Intelliwave Motorcycle Helmet. Was also fun hanging out at Weyland and Stark's presentations, nice job guys. It was great hanging out after hours too. Vegas is the place to do it!

It was also nice to spend some time before the show with my fiancée on the anniversary of when we first met two years ago. Love you babe!

If anyone wants a good laugh, check out this article on all the FAIL things at CES. Though I may have bought the Star Trek Pinball machine. Because pinball machines are awesome and I know I'm going to miss my arcade as soon as we board the plane :(

In other news, found a few copies of this at the hotel and even had a few folks asking me to sign 'em. If anyone wants a copy, I still got a box a bunch lying around at home.

( TIME's Persons of the Year )

OOC: I may have had just a bit too much fun Photoshopping this cover <3

As a man who lost an eye, I'm sometimes accused of calling attention to myself by choosing an eye-patch over a glass eye. I do possess both, a somewhat outdated glass eye and my more commonly used eye-patch. Wearing my eye always feels like...lying. A falsehood. A deception. My eye-patch is open and clear to all who see it, and know what I am.

And if I can admit to a small sin, I'm a little proud of my injury. It was the result of an action I took, an action that saved the life of a wonderful person and marked a crucial turning point in my life. So people can stare and pretend not to stare all they want.

Is anyone a Realtor on this network? Or know of a really good one? May be looking to purchase a home soon.

Had a really great audition for a movie that I'm really excited about. Fingers crossed I hear back from them soon and that it's positive news. It's a bigger role than I usually take, which is fine by me. I need to get back into the swing of things now that Granny is feeling a little more like herself.

Not that I don't love all of you coming to the diner.

I've also stumbled upon this LIST OF AWESOME PANCAKE ideas. What should we offer this weekend? I also just saw bacon waffle milkshake at the bottom and I may need to try that one out. I'm kind of partial to mint chocolate pancakes and lemon poppy seed.

Apparently I've been doing this dating thing wrong my entire life.

According to this article: http://www.buzzfeed.com/robinedds/a-28-step-guide-to-falling-in-love-as-written-by-two-8-year

Not sure how reliable 8 years are (and they apparently know a lot about sex) especially since they left quite a few numbers blank. But I definitely laughed this morning. Sounds like the plot to a soap opera episode.

( Visible to all - just wanted to put the picture in the post as well for anyone )

[Chuck]
We missed some steps?

I don't like to ask favors of people, but I have no choice at the moment.

Last night, there was a small fire at my bookshop.

I say small in the sense that it didn't ruin the structure. Only my back room was destroyed. The place where my experiments were. The fire marshal couldn't tell whether it was a leak, or something more sinister. I also choose not to think about it, because the idea of someone setting fire to my bookshop deliberately - with all that ancient knowledge, and the paper and other flammables present - makes me sick to my stomach.

That said, I did have insurance on the structure, so it should be able to be rebuilt. It's just a question of where I'm going to stay in the meantime. Would it be possible for me to sleep on someone's couch for the next week or so?

Ugh! Another dream about stopping dad, and he was even already in prison this time. Oh, and he had me kidnapped. I spent two weeks handcuffed to a bed and being guarded by the Gully Carson gang in hopes that he could use it to manipulate Gully and then Batman. I swear, I can still feel the cuff cutting into my wrist. Anyway, Robin drops in and we escape together, after a kiss and some pretty blunt flirting of course. I think that version of me might be turned on a little by danger, or it could just be she's hot for Robin. Either way, ugh.

Anyway, later we meet up with Batman and he's, you know, all Batman at me. 'This is not appropriate' and 'This is not some kind of club, Ms Spoiler', blah blah blah. And you know what? That me is an awesome badass because not only do I school him on what he should have figured out already (world's greatest detective, my ass) but I also get a cool exit. I said: 'Excuse me if I don't jump when you bark, Batman' and then I swing away.

I later follow that up with nailing Gully in the back of the head with a diamond the size of my fist. Oh yeah, and Ducky (I like Ducky better than duck-boy for him, it matches all his pouting and apparent brooding better) took a pair of bullets for me. His suit has kevlar so it wasn't a big thing. After that I go to visit Dad in prison and the guard lets me kick the shit out of him for the full ten minutes. It felt soooo good!

So yeah, hopefully this will be the last time I have to deal with him in my dreams and the first of many times I kick ass and sass Batman.

Question for the ladies of the internet!

What would you do if you wanted your maybe kinda boyfriend to hurry up and touch your boobs?

So, my mom went home yesterday and I now am the proud owner of a 2005 Honda Civic. I still can't really believe that she got me a car, but it makes sense cause now I have a form of transformation and don't have to rely on Annabeth to drive us around when we go out. I'm glad my mom decided to come out here and see the campus and I'm glad her and Annabeth finally got to meet even if they did have fun teasing me like the entire time.

Tomorrow I'm meeting with Ariel for the first time to start and try to get over my fear of water. It just feels ridiculous to be afraid of water if my father in the dreams is the Sea God. Speaking of my dad, I also asked my mom about him in real life and got some answers for a change. Turns out my real life and dream life might just collide a little bit.

Classes start again Monday, which I'm excited about, because I finally get to start taking classes for my major.

I can't get my theme song from the dreams out of my head. It's kind of infuriating.

This is it. One more semester and I'll be walking off with a pretty graduate's degree. Never thought I'd see the day. Might get it framed and send it off to my dad, just because I know it'll piss him off.

Still, four months seems unbearable. Can't stand these people a moment longer than I must. Starting to wonder if my professors are passing me because they're sick of me, too. Wouldn't that be hilarious.

Also, I feel now is the time to share this. After months of those ludicrous dreams and sleepless nights and haunting melodies, I penned down what I proudly call The Cloud Atlas Sextet. To be fair, I got it from my dreams, and Luisa's gotten a proper record of it. So why not.

Don't have an orchestra at my disposal for the full effect, but here's the piano version I uploaded. If anyone feels so keen.

Why do I watch Cold Case Files right before I go to bed? This is a very bad idea. At least I don't have nightmares anymore.

You know, when you dream you kinda accidentally caused the apocalypse, it's sort of ... freeing, really. I did a super shitty job at parking this morning, but who cares? It's pretty inconsequential compared to Hell opening up and the damned romping around on Earth.