Lie-in on a Tuesday afternoon
Eventually I'll get out of Cheshire's bed. I mean, I have to eat sometime. And I really want a chocolate croissant.
I have had the craziest dreams these last two days. Yesterday was a crazy multi-media down-the-rabbit-hole dream, where I started playing a computer game that somehow took me to Australia. At some point, I was also auditioning to be in a vaudeville show in 1930's New York. One of the other acts jumped off the Chrysler building holding a dummy that had a parachute. Mid-fall, he stripped the parachute off the dummy and put it on himself - it unfolded into a giant hot-air balloon a few hundred feet from the ground.
Then there was the dream where Cheshire asked me, via email, to cut off her legs because dismemberment was a turn-on. When I complied, she got really angry at me and told me she'd been joking. We re-attached her leg with duct-tape.
And then there was the anti-government revolutionary party with the unicorns.
I am still looking for pictures of my tree-stilt costume from the Procession of the Species. I found this, but it doesn't actually show that I'm on stilts. And I'm making a weird face.
My friend Steve, who was also on stilts and distinctly tree-ish, apparently got a jaywalking ticket after the parade. While still on his stilts.
The cops in Olympia are L_A_M_E.
I have had the craziest dreams these last two days. Yesterday was a crazy multi-media down-the-rabbit-hole dream, where I started playing a computer game that somehow took me to Australia. At some point, I was also auditioning to be in a vaudeville show in 1930's New York. One of the other acts jumped off the Chrysler building holding a dummy that had a parachute. Mid-fall, he stripped the parachute off the dummy and put it on himself - it unfolded into a giant hot-air balloon a few hundred feet from the ground.
Then there was the dream where Cheshire asked me, via email, to cut off her legs because dismemberment was a turn-on. When I complied, she got really angry at me and told me she'd been joking. We re-attached her leg with duct-tape.
And then there was the anti-government revolutionary party with the unicorns.
I am still looking for pictures of my tree-stilt costume from the Procession of the Species. I found this, but it doesn't actually show that I'm on stilts. And I'm making a weird face.
My friend Steve, who was also on stilts and distinctly tree-ish, apparently got a jaywalking ticket after the parade. While still on his stilts.
The cops in Olympia are L_A_M_E.