Three dreams Dream log

I slept a lot more than usual last night, and with it came more dreams than usual.

First Dream

In the first dream, my sister wanted to know how exactly it is that three color channels can be encoded into a single composite video signal. So I showed her Dexter-style, by shrinking both of us down and romping through graphs showing how RGB gets converted to YPbPr/YUV/YIQ, then into YC through phase tricks, then into just Y through further phase tricks. Then things started to fall apart when I got into the actual decoding bit and comb filters and so on.

Then I woke up, and drifted back to sleep.

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The Mouse Bad Poetry 

    The mouse
        hangs around my kitchen,
wondering whether it's safe to eat the peanut butter
 on the two loaded-and-wound traps.

 I look over, see it sniffing,
whiskers quivering with anticipation.
I wince and look away,
bracing myself for the snap and crunch,
not wanting to see the dirty deed or its aftermath.
Like the spring I am tightly-wound.

My heart freezes for a short eternity.
There is only silence.
I look back over, and the mouse has not tried to eat.
It has won, for now

It will survive
    another
        minute.

Super Mario Bros.: A Literary Criticism

Shigeru Miyamoto’s masterpiece Super Mario Brothers is truly a classic work of modern literature; borrowing heavily from Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and an obvious inspiration for Trainspotting, this work of unadulterated genius demonstrates the initial joy but the eventual mental and moral decline due to heavy drug usage.

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