LJ Tag Limits / Spoz / Dream of baby nephew looking like tuna sashimi

WHAT?! LJ NOW HAS A TAG LIMIT OF 1000?! ACK! Good thing I can still use my existing 39,000+ tags, but what if I accidentally create a new one? For communities, this isn't good either! What if it's a music / icon / lyrics community? And the tags were supposed to be an aid to the memories section, which went down all the time in 2005... *grumble* (stupid redrum, too!) LJ's also been bought by SUP - yay for Soviet Russia jokes! :P

Talked to Spoz yesterday, which was actually neat. He's been going lunatic over his photolab job, which he plans to quit with two weeks notice - boss prone to rage blackouts, staff leaving in droves due to that, doing the work of four people during the avalanche busy season?! Never mind that he's doing this full-time job along with full-time art... his weekend blog entries take something out of him as well, so he feels like a zombie at 4 AM on Friday. No doubt! Been backdating entries also, haha - maybe I'll move to another site with no tag / icon limits? Haha.


I also had a weird dream last night: it featured Harmony and Jon in the church basement with a bunch of people. They weren't married yet, but they were going to have a baby VERY soon. In fact, she was due to give birth that night. Mom and Grandma (looking younger) helped with making her feel comfortable since they (and everyone else present) didn't seem to have a problem with the baby being born to unmarried but committed parents. Once things got going, Harmony expressed disgust that Jon was going to eat Pho (with plenty of green onions and cilantro) right next to her head. She grew even more discomfited when Jon decided to take some of Jeremy's tobacco and sprinkle it in the soup broth... and then he wanted to share some with everyone, especially Harmony! Apparently, this was an ancient way to ease the birth pains of an expectant mother - Harmony declined since she had powerful sedative drugs given to her by actual doctors, heh. This happened at 6, and the baby was born at 11.

When the baby was born, it weighed 10.2 pounds - Harmony said that this was a good thing because that was just under the weight limit of stuff which she could push out of her body. They decided to name the baby Henry James, no matter the famous writer with the same name. Mom said that they'd received a beautiful white card with purple flowers on it already, all the way from Toronto. It had nice black calligraphy done with a quill pen, and was very lovely: they decided to display it on the church kitchen table temporarily. The baby was very orange, even with a mini orange T-shirt: someone diagnosed the problem expertly by saying that the baby looked like a nice piece of tuna sashimi! Quite so... but there wasn't a thing people could do! People were milling around the basement... someone came up to me and declared that she couldn't decide who was hotter: Uncle John or Uncle Johnny! (Kelvin's dad or Mike / Margaret's dad) When Steph heard that, she advised Margaret to cover her ears and cringe / wince, which she did. She was helping people "translate" Bibles into Klingon by putting white stickers with light blue borders next to the Chinese words. The two uncles came up to the podium with a silver cross under it, and wanted everyone to vote on who was the best good-looking. Thankfully, my dream ended then. No, I haven't a clue why I had it - unless it was reading some thread last night about how someone wants to name her hypothetical children Caroline, Flora, Henry, James, and possibly Clare / Claire. o_O