Jesse talks in his sleep. It's fascinating. He's quite unintelligible. He often speaks in gibberish, but at sometimes at length. Other times he uses words, but seemingly not in any specific order. Sean too talks in his sleep, but never so clearly. More clear is when Sean used to play racket-ball in his sleep. I had to watch for his swinging of his racket.
I have become obsessed with a game on the Mac dashboard called Bubble Bazinga. You cannot win the game. The goal is to see how long you can stay afloat. Often the pieces don't do what you think they should. They get stuck in strange places, or slide through holes in which the seem not to fit. Just when all is lost, a series of perfect pieces will show up and clear out a whole level. The sound of bubbles popping is a satisfying, happy sound. When they stick it is a dull clank. As new rows appear, an ominous buzzer is heard that catches you in your gut. When enough bubbles are popped you get fanfare and blinking lights. If life had sound effects I wonder what they would be.
