My subconscious decided last night to gift me with a rather licentious dream involving me, Robert Downey Jr., and Felicity Huffman. Why Felicity Huffman? No idea. As it turned out, though, she mostly just wanted to watch me and RDJ. Which, really, was just fine with me.

Speaking of RDJ, he needs to stop being so goddamned talented and flippin ( Read more... )

Okay, subconscious, you win. If the choice is between dreams that are Michael Cera movies and GIANT ARACHNID NIGHTMARES, I'll take the former. I don't have a spider phobia, and I have deliberately trained myself out of the worst of my knee-jerk reactions to them, and as I think the animal kingdom as a whole is just awesome, I thus think spiders ( Read more... )

Dear subconscious:

I did not need a Michael Cera movie screening in my head while I slept last night. It wasn't even any good. (My lucid mind spent the entire dream wanting to scream at him "Would you just GET A SPINE and a new schtick already?")

Also, I have absolutely no idea why I woke up with this running through my brain:

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(I hate myself ( Read more... )

"Having a good weave only means that she has a good weave."

(That came from a dream I had at some point during the weekend. I don't even remember the context.)

Last night's dream world was inhabited by several of you, along with people I have worked with, rehearsing and setting up for some sort of goth-tinged Xmas ballet/pageant sort of thing. There were also dogs ( Read more... )

The warmth of the day means I'm actively avoiding, um, activity. Kevin is off getting fried gator and other Southern foods and since that type of cuisine doesn't offer much in the way of vegetarian fare, I opted to stay home. I did a little bit of work (to make up for my motivational failings earlier in the week), and I think I might spend the ( Read more... )

Dear Subconscious:

As a matter of fact, no, I do not have any interest in LARPing Vampire: the Masquerade ever again.

However, the addition of characters from General Hospital was a nice touch. (The Cassadines have ties to vampires. Who knew?)

I've been in a frequently horrible mood for several days now. So this afternoon, with a lull in my work schedule and an unusually bright January day, we decided to go do something out of the ordinary and see if it would help things feel less dire.

First, we went to the Volunteer Park Conservatory. It's tiny, but looking at all the plants was ( Read more... )

Silk dupioni in a shade of blue somewhere between periwinkle and steel. 18th-century influenced cut, but not an actual 18thC. style--sort of like the Eternal Love gowns that have rococo influence but are unstructured. Button-front bodice with *very* low neckline, separate overgown with soft faux paniers (again like the Eternal Love gowns), full ( Read more... )

I dreamed last night that I had entered a dystopian society ( Read more... )