For the bizarro epic crossover dream I woke up from this morning, that is.

Which involved, among other things, Jon Snow attempting to integrate with some contemporary North American teens in a juvenile detention facility (okay, that one's Lost Girl's fault) and other assorted paranormal shenanigans and characters from various fandoms ( Read more... )

Please, for the love of all that is wholesome and delicious, do not leave me a voicemail that consists entirely of "This is So-and-So. Call me when you get a chance ( Read more... )

Zombie apocalypses are a moderately frequent recurring trope in my dreams. In last night's, the group barricaded itself in a very ornate museum or something (sort of a cross between the Tate Britain and a stately home or castle), and one of the survivors was a 16-year-old princess. There was... perhaps a bit more character growth going on than in ( Read more... )

Apropos of my previous post, but separate from it for the convenience of anyone not wanting to be spoiled on the most recent True Blood ep ( Read more... )

Haven't had one of these in a while. Today: "Before woodwork, that from our avocado harp..."

Apparently my subconscious has installed a random sonnet generator. Not exactly what I was going for with the whole listening-to-poetry thing, but what the heck. %-}

No migraine for months. Possibly even a year. Of course it has to come poking around the edges of my brain as we go into the holiday weekend of six shows in five days.

All hail recognizable aura and modern pharmaceuticals!

And blinds. And offices with doors. And part-time hours.

Every Justice League member catches it eventually. Or so my subconscious appears to have decided.

During brainiacfive's marathon last weekend, I commented regarding some snarky comment of Superman's that he'd been hanging around with the rest of the team too much. Apparently my brain thinks the same is true of J'onn, given that I woke up from the following:

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Random waking-up thought: "Nothing says summer like a warm beer cooling on the sidewalk."

Apparently my subconscious has a tenuous grasp of thermodynamics. And has forgotten that I heartily dislike beer.

Somebody so needs to make the short I was watching with a group of people in this dream I had last night. It had a high-tech thief making his/her way through a palace, completely oblivious to the multi-combatant Cavalier-era swordfight swirling through the same space in a blur of fast motion. Ghosts? Time displacement? Something cool. One of ( Read more... )

"I can't control the buruzim!"

No, I have no idea what they are. Or why I'm so sure they're a "they."

Saw a recommendation for Kid Cudi's "Day N Nite," and checked out the video. ( Trippy! )