valarltd | Jul. 13th, 2008

Jul. 13th, 2008

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From our "The Dream Fairy can Bite Me" files:
For some reason, I'd been lent back to Falcon for one lousy run. While I was negotiating my way around a hotel (the logistics were weird: I'd spend a night, pick up a bobtail, drive forever, get a trailer, and take it to West Middlesex....hmm, not that different from real life)

While I stayed in the hotel, the US split into three countries. In the west was Chen, which was multi-ethnic but heavily Asian. The middle was a blank. The east was gays and whit supremacists pretending to be gay. One skinheaded Satanist decided to blow the nightclub that was the whole of the East, because "Our lord demands it and the Lady Lilith will reward us."

I smacked him across the back of his shaved head. "No you moron! Mother Lilith will reward us with KP in HELL for this. The Lady is always about creation and when you try to carry out destruction in her name you unleash her destructive aspects. And once she destroys you, she'll make something artistic out of the ruins."
(Theology doesn't make sense in dreams)

I ended up drinking tea and telling stories in Chen.

weirdness.

I saw three signs that amused me yesterday:
In front of a church, "For sale by owner." (how DOES that work?)
On a sign "The Lord love's you." (illiteracy, thy name is Arkansas)
And in front of a store: "Beast Choice 12 packs, 5/$10" (Best choice is a local brand)

So, if the church is being sold and Anti-Christ Cola is going $2/12 pack...maybe it's time to write a post-Apocalypse novel?

Robin Hood goes very well. We're about halfway in and have just done the Tournament of the Golden Arrow.

I have diaper rash between my boobs. This is not nearly as entertaining as it sounds.

The P/F is whether it passes or fails the Bechdel Test 1) there must be 2 female characters, 2)who talk to each other, 3) about something besides a man.

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19) Dogma. A dead black apostle, two foul-mouthed prophets, a muse and Jesus' great-great-ever-so-great-grand-niece team up to stop a pair of renegade angels from entering a church and negating all existence. Brilliantly funny. Alan Rickman (as the Voice of God) alone is worth the price of a rental. Bun about fell out of her chair laughing several time. The scene with God and Bartleby always makes me cry. (p. Bethany talks to her friend and the muse and God (Alanis Morrisette) on all sorts of things.)

20) Winter Solstice. A father and his two sons try to connect after the death of his wife. I watched it mainly because Aaron Stanford is in it. Artsy, quiet, not a movie for people who don't know how to interpret movies. For those who want plot, it's thin on the ground. The dialogue is leaden and mundane, reflecting their lives and inability to really talk. Awkward pauses abound. This is more a series of images and feelings set to slack-key guitar music. Iron and Wine's "Sunset soon forgotten" lends the perfect touch to the sound track. Left me all sad and melancholy. (f, 2. 3 female characters, none share a scene, but nobody really has conversations in this film)

It's been a little of everything today.

We cleaned. I filled a garbage bag and we now have a study.

Mt. Washmore has succeeded in conquering Chez Mudd. We kinda slaked on doing laundry because our dryer duct was bad and the dryer heated the whole house.

We went to Wal-Mart, shelled out seven bucks and I replaced the dryer duct and had two claustrophobia attacks. Repair Dyke is NOT supposed to have panic attacks. But when you're literally squashed between washer and dryer to the point of not breathing... It's done.
Jonner is loading the dryer now.

Bun and I played a round of Arkham Horror. The monsters got us. That game takes 4-5 players to be really winnable.

I've done some writing. Not much.

I feel very accomplished.