Recently, i had a dream that woke me up at 5:25 and kept me awake for a while before i could forget and fall back asleep. I thought this would be short, but it ended up being not:
I was at my old high school, though it didn’t really look like my old high school. It was dark out, and we approached a large steel beam tower, kind of like a pylon—tall, but not so tall that i couldn’t clearly make out the top of it. Probably about 100 feet.
I had my teenage nephews with me and i was telling them about how this tower had different kinds of spiders in it that did different things depending on the type/color. Just then, a half blue/half red spider walked out. It was hairy, and large enough to be able to have its colors made out. I recognized this as a dangerous type of spider and urged the boys to get out of the way of the spider when it jumped.
We positioned ourselves away from the direction it was aiming, and it crawled around to the other side, but when it jumped, it landed directly on my arm.
I woke up and quickly threw the blanket off me, brushing my body and legs with my hands to make sure there was no spider on me. In the dark of my room, i thought i saw a spider perched atop my blanket pile, but managed to calm myself down enough to just lie back. I couldn’t decide if i wanted to have the blanket back on me for fear that the spider would be nestled inside, but ultimately deemed it necessary as a shield from spiders that existed outside the blanket.
You Belong To Me by Carla Bruni originally by Dean Martin (via scratchnsniff)
Erstwhile fashion model, sometime musician, and current First Lady of France. I don’t care about her background (though it is a rather interesting one) and that no one likes her because i like her, damn it. I like her guitar playing and i like her soft raspy voice. I even like the ever-so-slight accent she has while singing, and this song breaks my heart.
The final terms settled between me and Winterbell:
I will read the four books in the Twilight series and the unfinished book from Edward’s point of view
She will watch 6 movies of my choosing
The movies must be ones i have watched before
I cannot go watch a movie just so that she has to watch it
The movies cannot be ones she has watched before
She must inform me if she has already seen a movie i have chosen
Must be available on Netflix
I was going to take this as an opportunity to liveblog my experience reading this filth, but my other coworker suggested i write an essay in the style of David Foster Wallace, footnote upon footnote and all.
The final movie list is:
Doctor Zhivago (1965)
Eye of the Beholder (1999)
Synedoche, NY (2008)
Annie Hall (1977)
Lost in Translation (2003) / Power Rangers: The Movie (1995)
For the last item on the list, i gave her the choice between the two movies because she was complaining that i only wanted to give her crappy movies to watch.