The "Angel" Themesong, by They Might Be Giants
The alarm this morning woke me up in the middle of a very strange dream. My brother Jon and I were starring in a TV show which I can only describe as a cross between "Angel" and "Malcolm in the Middle". It was also sort of our life. The dream started with me feeding chocolate cereal to a bird in a bird cage, but then, there was time travel, magic, betrayal, and a washing machine, and all this was unnerving because Jon and I had seen the episode before, so Jon (I think his name might have been 'Angel' in the show . . .) was trying to dodge a plot arc where magic caused his stomach to swell up and make him look pregnant, and he would need a plant called The Mystery Plant to fix it. I, meanwhile, had completed my part of the plot arc, and thus had acquired The Mystery Plant. Meanwhile, our worthless older brother had sold out our mom to the bad guys, so we had to run out of the bar where we were to try to save her. When the alarm went off, I was a sopping wet twelve-year-old with a basketball-sized shrub in one hand and a pink rubber flamingo in the other, running down a hallway out of a bar, asking my brother why our oldest brother, Francis, who never shows up much on the show, never helped us with these things. ALL OF THIS MADE PERFECT SENSE AT THE TIME.