A new player in the world of VOIP (Voice over IP (Internet telephony)) is a company called Skype.
Skype is offering .017eur/min high quality phone over internet service to about 11 major countries.
I’ve registered on the system as lordandrei.
Feel free to check it out. I believe the built in IM system is free. The even have a Mac client. 🙂
Hmmn. Until I find someone to test it on… The jury is out.
Last night was the first night that I’ve slept in my bed at home without shimmeringjemmy in the house since she moved to L.A. This week she is off on personal business.
I got about 4 hrs of sleep going into yesterday and wound up going to sleep at about 9:30 (way earlier than my typical bedtime)
I don’t remember alot of the dream (where have we heard a comment like that before) But I remember waking up on a cot or table and talking to some guy. Then I heard some buzzing and realized he was tattooing me. He was very elusive if I was right about this or not. And I was supposed to be getting ready for a wedding. It was either mine or one I was officiating. I’d found a pair of hideously orange socks to wear but they had a lot of holes in them even though they’d be covered by my slacks.
I remember something about dropping off a scroll or food and balancing on a catwalk in front of the building trying to balance it and prevent the building from leaning over.
But back to the tattooing. I finally made him show me. He took me over to a mirror. He’d put a unicursal hexagram on each shoulder blade. Except the second one was very badly drawn.
Then it got worse. It would seem I woke up (in the dream) close to the end of this process. He’d already completed the work on my neck and head. On the left and right side of my neck were simple symbols. When I looked at one the word Futhark came to mind. Someone had shaved my head except for a small yomikah of hair which felt like it had been removed and replaced like a hair piece with glue. Down the back of my head and neck there was a tattoo that seemed more like artwork done half in green and half in red magic marker. It was a wide mesh pattern that looked like one of those medieval chainmail coifs. But just down the back where my hair used to be.
Now the strange part is that I have a sense of touch in dreams. (I thought this wasn’t supposed to be possible) I could feel a lack of balance from the building I was at, I could feel the tattoo work being done on my shoulder (I think, as I’ve never received one in this lifetime) and I distinctly remember feeling the hairpiece edge and feeling it move on my head. I remember that feeling the most and remember waking up to a feeling of, “Ooh, just a dream, thank the gods.” Humourously, in the dream, I’d gotten the tattoos because one of my friends (my lead eng at the office, who I do consider a friend) had given me some herbs to make me pass out.
Afterwards he just smiled and said, “don’t worry, you can get them removed.” Then I looked at the table and Marcellus Wallace looked up at me and said, “but you really don’t want to take those two off your neck.”
