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Hooray for Gumbo
Feb. 18th, 2007 09:03 pmMy biggest annoyance - annoyance, mind you, not grievance, axe to grind, irritant, pet peeve, crusade, aggravation, distress, concern, disappointment, gripe, or betrayal - my biggest annoyance is the fact that blue jeans' fifth pocket - that little rectangle inside the right hip - is exactly the right size for a tube of chapstick, but bottoms out right at the crease where your leg bends, so that that the chapstick is pushed out of the pocket the moment you sit, squat, or walk vigorously.
Last week, I dreamt about being shot in the head, which is notable for being the first time I've ever died in a dream. I assume it was the result of a particularly vigorous paragraph of Hemingway. The night afterward, I dreamt that I was a quality assurance taste tester of packaged glazed donuts, and later semi-solid cat food. Both tasted awful. I woke up wanting to spit out my tongue, and confused because I didn't think you were supposed to be able to taste in dreams. I was also humming "Hello, My Name is Joe," which probably links this dream to the credits sequence of The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra.
My friend Merlin has become a regular in my dreams at this point, in that at any point of any dream, I am able to go visit him at a diner and say, "what the hell is going on?" and he can say, "I'm not involved in this." He seems annoyed, and also bored. Sorry, Merlin.
Last week, I dreamt about being shot in the head, which is notable for being the first time I've ever died in a dream. I assume it was the result of a particularly vigorous paragraph of Hemingway. The night afterward, I dreamt that I was a quality assurance taste tester of packaged glazed donuts, and later semi-solid cat food. Both tasted awful. I woke up wanting to spit out my tongue, and confused because I didn't think you were supposed to be able to taste in dreams. I was also humming "Hello, My Name is Joe," which probably links this dream to the credits sequence of The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra.
My friend Merlin has become a regular in my dreams at this point, in that at any point of any dream, I am able to go visit him at a diner and say, "what the hell is going on?" and he can say, "I'm not involved in this." He seems annoyed, and also bored. Sorry, Merlin.
