What do you know? You don't know nothin'.
It so happens that I love blowin' up people's perceptions, expectations and assumptions. Today, that means putting away way more food than anyone would guess I possibly could based on the way I look. While the rest of my family was finishing up dinner and thinking about what to have for dessert, I went back and had more dinner for dessert. My aunt was all "whuh... again? Seriously? Where's he going to put all that, I wonder?" And I was like "yes, the wiry guy IS cleaning off two plates of food back-to-back, booyah." Life was fat, happy and thankful. Then I had to go sit down for awhile, and explode. And then I had dessert for reals; the infamous rum cake so drenched in liquor you get tipsy on the fumes alone + some unidentified yet terribly tasty oatmeal thing. Gotta figure out some sweet, sweet talk to get someone to pass those recipes along to me.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Dreams, dreams, I wonder if you have the same dreams too
I've got to be more careful about what I do / think about / eat before I fall asleep. For starters, let's make a rule of no more chili at bedtime. Even if it is super tasty. Probably a good all-around quality of life thing, that one.
Last night I dreamed about an island. There were a bunch of frogs who ate some people. Or... maybe that was a movie I never saw called Frogs. But last night I did have a dream about an island - one of those pretty tropical ones - that involved a primitive level of technology, except we did have a turntable for spinnin' records, a pretty girl that in typical fashion I was afraid to talk to, and, most notably, an ornery shark. I'm afraid of sharks, but only in a water situation. If I saw a shark on the street, I'd be like, "WHAT. Eff you! You effing shark." And there'd probably be some posturing and collar popping involved. Or... maybe that was a joke I heard called Personal Information Waltz. But there was a shark, and I fought it, and I'm pretty sure I won. He was all "I'm on yur island, takin over yur beech and chompin at you with mah teef" (cause sharks talk just like lolcats, I'm pretty sure), but I whacked him with a log until I emerged the victor. I wonder if this whole dream came about because last night while digging through boxes I found a 1991 Escape to Paradise calendar? I've no clue why I have the thing, or where it came from. Note to self: Stop. Having. So much crap. I also found a book about airplanes and two Life magazines from 1986 & '88. Tally ho. Time to get rid of much junk.
...and something found amongst the leftovers was another scarily weird dream I had...
Individuals with super powers. Most of the cast of The View. Joy Behar belching, loudly.
I don't even wanna know what it means.
I can't remember at this point what all the super power stuff was about, but I do recall that Joy Behar's belching disturbed me greatly.
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Now playing: Lily Allen - Littlest Things
via FoxyTunes
Last night I dreamed about an island. There were a bunch of frogs who ate some people. Or... maybe that was a movie I never saw called Frogs. But last night I did have a dream about an island - one of those pretty tropical ones - that involved a primitive level of technology, except we did have a turntable for spinnin' records, a pretty girl that in typical fashion I was afraid to talk to, and, most notably, an ornery shark. I'm afraid of sharks, but only in a water situation. If I saw a shark on the street, I'd be like, "WHAT. Eff you! You effing shark." And there'd probably be some posturing and collar popping involved. Or... maybe that was a joke I heard called Personal Information Waltz. But there was a shark, and I fought it, and I'm pretty sure I won. He was all "I'm on yur island, takin over yur beech and chompin at you with mah teef" (cause sharks talk just like lolcats, I'm pretty sure), but I whacked him with a log until I emerged the victor. I wonder if this whole dream came about because last night while digging through boxes I found a 1991 Escape to Paradise calendar? I've no clue why I have the thing, or where it came from. Note to self: Stop. Having. So much crap. I also found a book about airplanes and two Life magazines from 1986 & '88. Tally ho. Time to get rid of much junk.
...and something found amongst the leftovers was another scarily weird dream I had...
Individuals with super powers. Most of the cast of The View. Joy Behar belching, loudly.
I don't even wanna know what it means.
I can't remember at this point what all the super power stuff was about, but I do recall that Joy Behar's belching disturbed me greatly.
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Now playing: Lily Allen - Littlest Things
via FoxyTunes
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