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2 October 2008 04:58 amI just woke up from a nap (in front of the laptop, no less) and a weird dream. It involved Sigmund Freud and B.F. Skinner in a Celebrity Deathmatch-type scenario, you know, that MTV show with the animated clay figures? They were vying for the title of Best Psychologist Evar.
The crowd was shouting "Freude! Freude!" and I was going, "Joy? Why are they shouting joy?" and I asked person next to me (who sort-of-but-not-quite looked like both a centaur and a manananggal) that question, and she was like, "Joy? No, we're not cheering for joy, we're cheering for Freud!" I then spent like 3 (dream-time) hours wondering how Freud mutated into Freude and I was about to figure it out when I woke up.
Blegh. And Skinner was winning too, poo.
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Y HALO THAR 10-page paper due in a few hours!
The crowd was shouting "Freude! Freude!" and I was going, "Joy? Why are they shouting joy?" and I asked person next to me (who sort-of-but-not-quite looked like both a centaur and a manananggal) that question, and she was like, "Joy? No, we're not cheering for joy, we're cheering for Freud!" I then spent like 3 (dream-time) hours wondering how Freud mutated into Freude and I was about to figure it out when I woke up.
Blegh. And Skinner was winning too, poo.
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Y HALO THAR 10-page paper due in a few hours!
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