"My dad is a big black room full of Fat Albert"
That's a quote from my dream that I had last night. I was at some cocktail party and I was talking to this little black girl who was sitting on a deep freezer drinking a martini. I asked her who her parents were and she said "My dad is a big black room full of Fat Albert."
I also dreamed that I was digging through my parents basement which was full of all of this really cool old stuff. At one point in time I lifted the lid of a casket and discovered all of these parts to make music boxes. It was at that moment that I decided I was going to start making my own music boxes that would play old church hymns and had pictures of Cotton Mather on them.
I can't figure out how that ever happened to come into my mind.... but now... I kinda want to make music boxes like that. If nothing else but for myself and for a few of my especially strange friends.
Also, last night, I went with Brett and Sabrina to see SEED OF CHUCKY.
To be fair, I only went because I expected it to be bad, and because John Waters had a bit part in it. But I didn't expect it to be THAT bad. It was seriously, officially, the WORST movie I have ever gone to the theater to see. And what pains me is that years from now, I'm going to see it in the old, bad horror section where a person usually finds such gems as The Suckling, or Ghost House... and I'm going to say to myself "I really went and saw that on opening night."
Oh well.. At least Brett picked up the cost of my ticket.
I also dreamed that I was digging through my parents basement which was full of all of this really cool old stuff. At one point in time I lifted the lid of a casket and discovered all of these parts to make music boxes. It was at that moment that I decided I was going to start making my own music boxes that would play old church hymns and had pictures of Cotton Mather on them.
I can't figure out how that ever happened to come into my mind.... but now... I kinda want to make music boxes like that. If nothing else but for myself and for a few of my especially strange friends.
Also, last night, I went with Brett and Sabrina to see SEED OF CHUCKY.
To be fair, I only went because I expected it to be bad, and because John Waters had a bit part in it. But I didn't expect it to be THAT bad. It was seriously, officially, the WORST movie I have ever gone to the theater to see. And what pains me is that years from now, I'm going to see it in the old, bad horror section where a person usually finds such gems as The Suckling, or Ghost House... and I'm going to say to myself "I really went and saw that on opening night."
Oh well.. At least Brett picked up the cost of my ticket.