Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
John Cramer is SF writer/editor Kathryn Cramer's father, and wrote a really good SF YA novel a while back. I've heard him talk about physics and the possibility of time travel (though you'd need to harness at least a small black hole to do it). Sounds like he's found a work-around....
In other news, I've been watching Prehistoric Park from Animal Planet, where real-life-famed-biologist Nigel Marven goes back in time to rescue endangered animals.
The saber-toothed cat cubs are adorable.
I like the wierd dreams where celebrities show up. Last night I played host to a paralyzed Rosie O'Donnell. Verra strange. Especially since my ex-husband was in it, too, and I was chasing him around to the beach to try and haul him back home by his collar. Or the waistband of his swimsuit or something. Oh, and I was driving a hybrid car around to do it. Since I saw a lot of those Toyota hybrids this morning on my way to work, it must be that my dreams are coming to me from the future. All those photons.
A few months ago, I had a dream that Brigitte Neilsen was trying to kill me. It was very disturbing.
The eyetwitch left my right eye. It is now residing in the left. I think it is denial I'm leaving town in 4 days.
Rain is stupid.
Casting on tonight's Bones:
*smacks forehead*
That's why that person looked so familiar.
Cashmere, thanks for the link to the DVD covers.
snerkYou should, aurelia, because I truly was thinking of you the whole time.
I'm keepin' track, Cindy.
You all had some freaky dreams. I used to dream like that. Those crazy nights, I do remember, in my youth.
Last night, I had some sort of dream that Scott and I (and possibly other people I know, but Scott is the only one I remember) were somewhere, in some building, but in separate rooms. I was in a hallway with a few women, and one of them said, "He's on his way. He'll be walking past, in a moment." When I asked who she was talking about, she said, "George Clooney."
And then he did. I said "Hi," in a really and totally starstruck way, and he returned the greeting with a million watt movie star smile. I was thinking to myself the whole time how stupid it was, how stupid I was, even as I was walking back to wherever Scott was. When I found him, I explained George Clooney was on the premises and that I was going to go look for him, and Scott said, "I knew that."
I'm no dream expert, but clearly this dream is meant to ensure me that when I get my chance to have a tawdry affair with gorgeous George, Scott will cheerfully mind the kids, and be a good sport about the whole thing. Right?
In other news, I finally got to watch my former crush David Letterman, in TLS show segment with Bill O'Reilly (thanks YouTube). If Letterman and Clooney appeared at my door, right now, I'd have a hard time choosing. I'm just sayin'...
If Letterman and Clooney appeared at my door, right now, I'd have a hard time choosing.
Who says you have to choose?
They do. They're both so possessive of me. It's a trial.
We did know that Deep Discount DVD has a 20% off sale through 11/18, right?
My shipment went out this morning.
To those of you trying to avoid this information, I do apologize.
I'm borderline sociopathic in the morning. I want Dexter to drop by my cube with a box of donuts we won't eat just so we can exchange a look of OMGWTFNORMALPEOPLE.