Monday, February 14, 2005
FABULOUS TRUMPS PAPER WRITING
We interupt this haitus for a quick smile brought to you by Not for Sheep
The only thing worse than having a REALLY gruesome nightmare is when the nightmare is punctuated by public service commercials.
Apparently, my subconscious has a grisly sense of humor. Bad enough the nightmare had me so deeply in its grip that when I woke up sweating and shaking I wasn't sure that I WAS awake when I woke up, but to have it interrupted every 15 minutes by a public service commercial (in my dream) really is the end.
And what my therapist will make of the nightmare, who knows. Probably that I'm repressing my sexuality, since in the dream, I was looking for the police phone number, but since PORN comes right after POLICE in the phonebook, I kept accidentally dialing porn numbers when I was just trying to report a dead body! (And you have no idea how upsetting it is to keep getting pornographic callbacks when you're trying to report a dead body! In my dream, I kept yelling at the porno people that they weren't taking this seriously! Because there was a DEAD BODY here! And then a sultry voice would interrupt me to ask if that was "good for me." I was so mad at the entire pornographic industry for asking stupid questions and tying up the phone line when I was JUST TRYING TO REPORT A DEAD BODY TO THE POLICE!)
(My mom pointed out to me that I should have just dialed "911" in my dream. Do you know, that never occurred to my subconscious self?)
We not return you to your regularily scheduled thesis-induced-silence!
(Of course, I have other fabulous things to share, but section III ("Principals of Effective Arts Partnership Development") awaits my immeidate attention).
We interupt this haitus for a quick smile brought to you by Not for Sheep
The only thing worse than having a REALLY gruesome nightmare is when the nightmare is punctuated by public service commercials.
Apparently, my subconscious has a grisly sense of humor. Bad enough the nightmare had me so deeply in its grip that when I woke up sweating and shaking I wasn't sure that I WAS awake when I woke up, but to have it interrupted every 15 minutes by a public service commercial (in my dream) really is the end.
And what my therapist will make of the nightmare, who knows. Probably that I'm repressing my sexuality, since in the dream, I was looking for the police phone number, but since PORN comes right after POLICE in the phonebook, I kept accidentally dialing porn numbers when I was just trying to report a dead body! (And you have no idea how upsetting it is to keep getting pornographic callbacks when you're trying to report a dead body! In my dream, I kept yelling at the porno people that they weren't taking this seriously! Because there was a DEAD BODY here! And then a sultry voice would interrupt me to ask if that was "good for me." I was so mad at the entire pornographic industry for asking stupid questions and tying up the phone line when I was JUST TRYING TO REPORT A DEAD BODY TO THE POLICE!)
(My mom pointed out to me that I should have just dialed "911" in my dream. Do you know, that never occurred to my subconscious self?)
We not return you to your regularily scheduled thesis-induced-silence!
(Of course, I have other fabulous things to share, but section III ("Principals of Effective Arts Partnership Development") awaits my immeidate attention).