I had a dream last night, in which I had to fulfill a duty. Said duty involved going into a dark labyrinth and getting eaten by a monster. You know, that “for the good of the people” type of situation.
So of course I took with me some moisturizer and a Moleskine. Because obviously I have my priorities.
Pater’s been sending over scans of his transparency slides. Yes, my dad still keeps hundred of transparencies. I was fascinated with them as a kid.
E-mail exchange between Li’l Bro and I regarding a pic not shown here:
Him: Lynn’s naked with a pistol!
Me: I do all my best work naked with a pistol.
Him: Ewwww.
Excerpted from a late-night text messaging session:
“That is the most well-enunciated rock ‘n roll song I have ever heard.”
“We could put rose petals on the newlyweds’ bed.”
“Or a chicken.”
“A chicken?”
“It symbolizes fertility!”
“Do we just put a dead chicken on the bed?”
“That’s too much like The Godfather. . . .”
“No, live chickens.”
“. . . Where would we get live chickens?”
“. . .”
“We could just get raw chicken pieces and put those on the bed.”
“That would really kill the mood.”
“I haven’t watched TV for a month. Really! There’s a layer of dust on my TV screen!”
“You could use that as a message board.”
“Yeah. Someone wrote “Hi” with a smiley face on the dust. . . Somebody also wrote, ‘Get the duster.’ I still don’t know who it was. . .”
“And there’s an evil doctor.”
“There’s always an evil doctor. They’re like dandelions, popping up all over the place.”
Please do not get out of your car for a bear. Please especially do not get out of your car for a mama bear and cubs.
