Quetzalcoatl

Crazy elaborate dream in which I inadvertently helped birth, I guess, an aquamarine colored lizard that went through a tadpole phase and then became larger and larger. It was in some sort of public pool, like at the base of a fountain, as a tadpole. I started scratching its head. It began to grow very quickly. It had forelimbs only, no hind legs, and at the root of the forelimbs there were two wings and a snake shaped blunt nosed head.


Once I realized it was a quetzalcoatl I became concerned because it was becoming much larger very quickly and moving around the pool faster and faster. At this point people began to be concerned. It jumped out of the pool and begin to fly around at this point was about five or 6 feet long.

People were running everywhere and it was chasing kids, and eventually started chasing a dog. It looked very much like it intended to eat the dog. I was upset and running after it yelling at it.

To my surprise it stopped and came back to me very much like a dog that has been yelled at. Somehow I figured out that because I’d scratched it in the pool and played with it it imprinted on me as a parent or something.

Eventually I took it home and introduced it to the pets, to Lark and George and Rocket. To my surprise it got along with them and somehow altered his appearance so that was sort of pseudo furry except for the face which was pink and pointy and had snake eyes. It never did get hind legs.

Then there was a really confusing section of dream in which I found myself visiting with Scott Southwick in his gigantic Orientalizing mansion, presumably the fruits of his ice cream empire, before my sister came to pick me up in our run down RV.

Irresponsible provocations

It’s not mysterious or anything why there is no decent source of legit digital editions for high-counterculture era underground comix. The licensing issues must be quite sufficient to drive any random number of publishing enthusiasts and idealists to suicide every year.

Clearly, what is called for is a complete fraudster, a rip-off artist of epic proportions. One would think that a bankster or Wall Street reaver would have had the gallows humor to at least attempt bringing these crucial documents to the era of pixels and LED induced sleep disruption.

I mean, I do find it ironically amusing that my best bet for reading the Shelton/Mavrides masterworks is to download PDFs from Russia, but having actually consumed beers with one of them, I would honestly prefer to give them money for the privilege.

Headaches

The past few days have been devoted to trying to figure out why my accounting system is not accurately reflecting a wide variety of costs and expenditures for the year.

Happily, today I was able to lay hands on some numbers that clearly indicate my head figures are correct but the numbers I have been diligently tending for nine months in Quickbooks are completely fucked up. As you might imagine, I find this maddening as hell.

It appears that yes, I have been entering the transactions correctly into the program, but that the program has been, apparently arbitrarily, excluding a VERY LARGE subset of data from certain cost categories. And by arbitrary, what I mean is a giant swath of actual, money-out-the-door expenditures appear to have been treated as income!

I spend something like fifteen hours a week on bookkeeping, because I am trying my damnedest to be a fucking adult. Yet it seems clear that had I simply waited until year end and gathered the data as I have in the past I would have had an accurate accounting system with no cost to me beyond my (surely less than fifteen hours a week) labor. I am mighty pissed. Here, I’ll just light this pile of several thousand dollars on fire and call it a business expense. That’s not too different from my time and cash investment in this bookkeeping stuff this year. Aargh.

Feels good

Ah, to take the time to blog like this again is such a pleasure. It’s nice to hear my own thoughts in my head once again.