I had a really weird dream last night. I mean REALLY weird. It was one of those dreams where you wake up and wonder whether you just had a near-death experience. I'm not quite sure what caused it, either. Here it is:
I'm walking in a desert, when suddenly my view switches to third-person isometric (anyone that's played Real-Time Strategies knows what I mean). Suddenly, there's a voiceover, introducing some Colombian special division that wasn't really a police force that was being tasked with stopping coke dealers that pretended to be cops. They got up to this "work farm" that was actually a hacienda, and that's where I entered the picture.
Suddenly, I'm standing on the other side of a razor-wire fence, and the work farm is now a day retreat of some kind. I'm picking up garbage, and one of the employees walks up to me and asks what I'm doing. So I explain, and he asks for my business card, so I give him one. Then I mention that I do PC troubleshooting, and he says that "it kinda sucks that you have to test for a Plan9 certificate before they'll let you work on anything." So we sit down at this spontaneous card table, and he starts singing Soyuz, which is weird, because for some strange reason I get the feeling that we're back in the U.S.
I start singing along, and my buddy that's a big military fanboy pops in, and starts doing the same (he knows the whole thing in real life). Suddenly, the "Colombian" motions us to be quiet, and says "Here's the joke."
He hands me a piece of paper, with the understanding that it's about "America's communist bureaucracy," with one "question" on the page:
1. Please wait here while we __________ your pen. (circle one)
A. bring
B. drop
C. remove
D. all of the above
It takes me a moment before I realise the absurdity of that, then I burst out laughing to wake with a smile on my face.
All of this is paraphrased from a conversation I had with Laukev. Tell me, what does this mean (first one to mention rape and any of my family gets a super-heated meat fork through his eye)?