"Put dirtballs in your pockets and take off both your shoes, 'cause people are just people."
Having incredibly weird, vivid dreams while listening to the Soviet Kitsch album by Regina Spektor. A few key points:
I am at a music store and there are two employees, both middle-aged women wearing too much make-up -- except one of them is normal, and the other is a functional disembodied head. The solocranium starts to sing "Ode to Divorce" to prove her competence, but she sings for so long that it's awkward -- she's serenading me now, and it's weird, so her coworker tells her to go take a break. The disembodied head doesn't go anywhere, not by floating ethereally away or rolling out of the door like a giant meatball, but she does stop trying to help me.
I am told it is socially acceptable for me to pick up this living bodiless organism to examine it, and I do. The underside of her chin and jaw is perfectly flat, the skin is unrealistically delicate and papery thin, stretched taut over many blue veins. I put her in the palm of my hand. She is warm.
- I am at a carnival with only women. Behind me, there is a morbidly dressed young girl with a hatchet, hacking away at a wall and yelling "Carbon Monoxide" lyrics. I think she works for the carnival, and this is just a scare tactic, like in a "haunted house" at Halloween time. I ignore her, but other women think she's rude for trying to frighten us, so we all start to sing over her haunting song. We join together in a laughing, delightful rendition of "Ghost of Corporate Future."
-I get roped into playing what I think is a game of poker with three other women. I don't know them, but my sister is overseeing the proceedings, so I feel okay to play even though I don't play poker very well. Unfortunately, it's not poker. They lay about two dozen cards in front of me, and when I flip them over, they are an unmatched assortment of Pokemon and Munchkin cards, and then some cards that just have cartoon characters printed on them. I don't understand how to win this game, so I pick up a few of the cards, and I turn to the 'judges.'
"Okay. So there's a pony" -- I hold up my pony card -- "fighting a unicorn" -- flash the unicorn card at them -- "who has a magic tie-dyed gecko riding on its back." I am creating a funny, unlikely story from my bizarre collection of cards, because I don't know what else to do. "And in walks a giant blue wizard-doctor."
They start to laugh. I've won. I wonder if that was the point the whole time, or if they didn't know it would be more fun to laugh than compete for poker chips.
~Omi!
I am at a music store and there are two employees, both middle-aged women wearing too much make-up -- except one of them is normal, and the other is a functional disembodied head. The solocranium starts to sing "Ode to Divorce" to prove her competence, but she sings for so long that it's awkward -- she's serenading me now, and it's weird, so her coworker tells her to go take a break. The disembodied head doesn't go anywhere, not by floating ethereally away or rolling out of the door like a giant meatball, but she does stop trying to help me.
I am told it is socially acceptable for me to pick up this living bodiless organism to examine it, and I do. The underside of her chin and jaw is perfectly flat, the skin is unrealistically delicate and papery thin, stretched taut over many blue veins. I put her in the palm of my hand. She is warm.
- I am at a carnival with only women. Behind me, there is a morbidly dressed young girl with a hatchet, hacking away at a wall and yelling "Carbon Monoxide" lyrics. I think she works for the carnival, and this is just a scare tactic, like in a "haunted house" at Halloween time. I ignore her, but other women think she's rude for trying to frighten us, so we all start to sing over her haunting song. We join together in a laughing, delightful rendition of "Ghost of Corporate Future."
-I get roped into playing what I think is a game of poker with three other women. I don't know them, but my sister is overseeing the proceedings, so I feel okay to play even though I don't play poker very well. Unfortunately, it's not poker. They lay about two dozen cards in front of me, and when I flip them over, they are an unmatched assortment of Pokemon and Munchkin cards, and then some cards that just have cartoon characters printed on them. I don't understand how to win this game, so I pick up a few of the cards, and I turn to the 'judges.'
"Okay. So there's a pony" -- I hold up my pony card -- "fighting a unicorn" -- flash the unicorn card at them -- "who has a magic tie-dyed gecko riding on its back." I am creating a funny, unlikely story from my bizarre collection of cards, because I don't know what else to do. "And in walks a giant blue wizard-doctor."
They start to laugh. I've won. I wonder if that was the point the whole time, or if they didn't know it would be more fun to laugh than compete for poker chips.
~Omi!