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So, here I am ready to post another video by someone about whom I'm indifferent. This time it's Amanda Palmer. I don't like her music at all, or even most of her assorted art projects, and I get a little tired of all the Amanda-and-Neil stuff. But she has some interesting things to say about creativity, and she can be quite whimsical when she wants ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up from a dream in which I was watching a Japanese man stoically eat his own legs for dinner ( Read more... )

Last night I tapped a rich vein of weird while dreaming. The following is what I can remember ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream that I was a CIA agent sent to seduce a young woman for information. I was also supposed to do this while dressed in an adult version of a middle school uniform that I used to wear that included a buchanan tartan kilt (Google it - it's ugly as sin). My contact was John Reese ( Read more... )

Another day, another weird dream. This one featured Lex Luthor (thanks, Smallville), my English grandmother, and a lot of wandering, immaculately groomed ponies. Oh, and a small, Italian sports car. *exasperated sigh at my subconscious* Still, it's better than zombies, I suppose ( Read more... )

A surreal beginning to the day: I woke up from a dream about a zombie infested world where the infected drooled yellow gunk, and the only world leader left alive was *sigh* the U.S. President who was Sally Field. I was driving around Parkdale in a Super Bee and losing time, finding myself in strange places or amongst a field of dead zombies (for ( Read more... )

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