Tuesday, March 10, 2009
oh what a night
(Fall Creek Gorge at Cornell Univ)
So I crawl into bed, exhausted at 7 something and move the dog off my pillow onto Missus Tastycake's pillow and before long, as you can imagine, I am wide awake. Missus Tastycake has long since moved the dog again and fallen asleep when I sneak out of bed to answer that burning question 'how much does a tattoo cost?'. On the radio they had a report saying that a third of all Americans 18-40 (HEY! only up to 40?) have tats, and you can get them at the mall now, and they, like beer, seem to be recession proof. Anyway, my late night research is not helpful, except to say that 'good tattoos aren't cheap and cheap tattoos aren't good'. Maybe I should just invest in beers instead? Guinness goes on sale this week.
So then I go to sleep, having answered THAT burning question and sleep deeply and before I awake there are police in my dreams. Turns out that Melanie from 8th grade, who had 2 bowling balls on her chest, she REALLY DID, was not really a she but a guy in disguise and the police, according to my dream, were arresting anybody who had um, messed around with her. Him. (NOT ME!!!) This was my dream, and you know what wakes me, DAMMIT? THE POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two state troopers, lights aflashing at midnight, are outside my window, I kid you not. I peek out, and see that a car misssed the turn by 40 feet and plowed into my neighbor's side yard, perhaps totalling their swingset. A young woman in jeans is talking to the neighbor and the troopers. It takes an hour of something before all is quiet.
THEN I dream I am driving around in circles in Chicago and then wind up at school where it is football practice and I get to pound on every bully in the school. I make it my TERMINATOR style mission to inflict harm and pain on Ricky Sidwell and Mike Waller and the rest of the middle school sh!theads who are likely now doing time in maximum security prisons somehwere.
OK, enough about that. I woke up feeling good.
I did a video of some of the flooding we have. Fall Creek is this little river behind my house. A couple miles downstream, YEOW! Have a look at the rather terrible video below, which has a certain Blair Witch Project appeal, I think....
Posted by Gary's third pottery blog at 7:08 AM