I was just reminded of the really bizarre dream I had last night. It was like I was watching a movie that had a pretty detailed plot. It was a Western featuring three women banding together to survive in the Old West, one a young naive pregnant widow (I can't remember who was playing her), another a more worldly-wise woman played by Patti LuPone, and the last a cowgirl-type played by a decently dramatic acting Wanda Sykes (that's when I knew it was a dream, and not a movie!).
Then, the dream got weird--the LuPone and Sykes characters encounter King Arthur and one of his knights, but dressed in medieval leather clothing, not mail or armor, and they were bad men, raping the two women, who then got their revenge by killing them thoroughly by running the men's own swords through them. It didn't veer into Thelma and Louise territory, though, because it ended with LuPone reading a letter from the third woman, who had her kid and got married to a doctor who took her away to China (she didn't love the doctor, but he took care of her and her child, so she was fine with the relationship).
I never remember my dreams, so I don't recall ever having a dream like this before, and it was strange that I remembered so much of it this late in the day. I was talking about 3:10 to Yuma with my sister earlier on Sunday, so that might be where my mind got into Westerns. As for the King Arthur detour, I have no clue where that came from! I'm not even a big fan of LuPone and Sykes, so why my mental casting director came up with them, God knows.
Oh ita, I'm sorry to hear about the ER visit. We'll be home tonight, if you need anything.
I definitely do color with color as well as color with black. (Says the girl wearing the orange print skirt with the avocado top.) Depends on my mood and, let's be honest, what's clean.
There my keys are! Sorry about the revenge fire!
FLORENCE, Ore. - A woman was arrested and charged with arson and burglary after police say she set fire to the home of a neighbor she thought had stolen her keys.
Sgt. Clint Riley of the Lane County Sheriff's Office said the 23-year-old woman later found her keys hanging from her pants pocket.
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According to a police report, the woman told a deputy that after discovering her keys missing, she broke into her neighbors' trailer and began trashing the place.
After going home to fetch lighter fluid and cooking oil, she returned to the neighbors' place and tried to start a fire by spraying lighter fluid on a hot stove burner, according to the report.
When that didn't work, she allegedly placed the oil and a stuffed animal on the stove, according to the report.
She called 911 and hid in a bush across the street while deputies and firefighters responded, Riley said.
The woman's boyfriend said a friend called him at work and he rushed home to find her hiding in the bushes, barefoot and incoherent, according to the report.
The woman told her boyfriend her keys were missing, at which time he pointed to a set of keys hanging from her pants pocket and "she began to cry," Riley said.
Today has been made of fail. I'm going to Sephora for eyeliner retail therapy.
I learned what a punkah was and figured out a way to approximate one for the stage.
I'm tempted to invent an urban myth about this being the origin of the word "punk".
Timelies all!
Hmmm, I don't tend to do color with color, mostly because mostly I wear chinos which are either in the beige family, black or navy blue(or at least started out that color). I do pair navy with black or grey, because I don't know what else goes with it.
But Clinton dresses like a 14-year-old prep school student spending spring break in Atlantic City with his nouveau riche family.
Fortunately, I don't have to take my fashion cues from him. Plus, he and Stacy are funny together.
Though really, it's not like I can take many fashion cues from her either, as I am not tiny and don't wear stilettos.
I was gone for the weekend, so I'm hundreds of posts behind, but congratulations on the beautiful new doggie, Consuela!
I think it's hard for a guy to be stylish without looking slightly silly. And every time I've seen him watching old clips, he's embarassed about something he's wearing!
Actually, the other day, I was walking behind a guy on Wall Street, and I pegged him as a foreigner from yards away -- he was way too stylish to be an American trader or etc., with his skinny suit and longish hair and aviator glasses.
