I woke up from a dream where I'd formulated this wild ass idea that art, music, and writing, and the ways we connect to them individually, are all based on someone else seeing the things you couldn't see for yourself.

It's not the worst theory I've ever come up with, even if I was asleep at the time.
How obvious is it that Stephen Colbert is a Neil Gaiman fan?

Sooooo obvious. *grin* And awesome.

Today...today has been without a doubt one of the most amazing days of my life. Those of you who have had a hand in getting me this far, and I hope I've done a good job of letting you know who you are, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Without hyperbole, today one of my dreams came true.

Thank you.

Dec. 20th, 2008 10:27 am
Dear Brain,

I take back most of what I said about you recently. The Frank Iero Sex Dream project that you seem to have embarked upon lately is clearly a masterpiece. Keep up the good work!


Dec. 14th, 2008 10:45 am
Grocery shopping with the Devil and Dr. Who. The Devil, helpfully, was talking us into buying cheese bread, overpriced oatmeal, and walking out the door into a sniper's aim.

The Doctor mainly seemed to want chocolate cookies.

Uh-huh. Time to get up.
I blame [livejournal.com profile] mayatawi.

I lay my dreams last night -squarely- at her feet, because never in a million years would I have dreamed up a NIGHT COURT/HELLBLAZER CROSSOVER before reading her completely cracked out, horribly in-character, fucking ADDICTIVE fic.


I just...I don't even think I have words for how utterly ridiculous it was to watch Harry Stone try John Constantine for prostitution while he smoked in the courtroom. And while Bull waved a sword around, asking why it was making pretty sparks.


This is not the product of my brain alone. I know it.
Oh crap.

I know I have my own life, and I made reservations for Paris a LONG time before I told my Mom I'd try to be in Phoenix for Thanksgiving, but I still feel bad. I don't think I'm going to get there. The cheapest fare I can find within the days I can do it is almost $500 now, and that's IF someone is willing to drive me to BWI -on- Thanksgiving, and pick me up the following Sunday night (or Monday morning at 9 am, according to the cheap-o flights I can find). Or I can leave my car in long term parking.

I think I'm going to have to let this one go. Maybe I'll find a long weekend in the spring sometime and go then. (And my nephew will be almost 2 by then. Awesome. Wow do I suck.) It's a lot of money right before I go on a vacation I've already planned. I feel bad disappointing my Gramma though, and not getting to meet Connor.

Of course, I also feel bad that my Dad is in Vegas, and I haven't seen him in 8 years, and have no current plans to do so.

Living across the country from your family SOUNDS like a good idea, but then there's The Visiting.

Last night I had a dream where I put a dropper of Rescue Remedy under my tongue, except that the dropper turned to a huge syringe (the kind I use to handpaint my roving), and I was choking on the stuff and spitting it out. And that's when I noticed that it was actually blood.

Y'think it means anything? *snort*

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