Wow. My second-ever lucid dream. My parents were Important People in this dinner party thing the Dallas Institute was setting up, and the guest of honor was Paul McCartney. Therefore, Paul would have dinner with my family the day before the gala. It seemed so strange, because there we were in an everyday, homecooked family dinner, and there was Paul McCartney, sitting across the table. I woke up three times during the dream, then went back to sleep. Each awakening occured at the moment when I thought, “You know, you’re at Parsons right now, not in Dallas. You’re dreaming, hon.” Drat. Oddly enough, Paul acted exactly like Neil Gaiman at the signing. Fwee. After dinner, I apologized beforehand and asked him to sign our unopened LP of the 1966 Compilation album thing. I didn’t pester him with anything else. After that, I asked if I could hug him, and all in my family took turns giving him a hug. It was merry. Then, it was time to drive him back to the place where he was staying the night. I said “Baby, You Can Drive My Car” and we all laughed. We went outside and saw the night sky before us, which was strange, because we could see a paper-white sun setting. On the other horizon was a blindingly bright moon, which was reflected against the sky to show a dimmer moon where the sun had been. It was surreally beautiful. We got in his car, which turned out to be the red convertible from the new music video, and he drove us to the house he was staying at. I idly pondered how on earth I was going to get back home, then I woke up. Bah.
Woah. Fixed it. Go me.
::blinks:: Why are random entries appearing in boldface? I could figure out why, but I’m too lazy. Here’s hoping it’ll resolve itself! ::toasts glass::
Dear God. Aren’t you glad I’m only doing Men at Arms?
Gah, posted this in Sgt. Pepper. Gah. That happens far too often. ::mutters::
Sannali — don’t worry about using more than your fair share at espressoferrets! We have 50M, and because the rest of us aren’t using much, 12M is nothing to complain about. Plus, I’m considering moving the Ferrets to a different host, which gives us 200M for the same price, and I think the PDM are planning on getting their own domain, as well. So calm thyself! Don’t worry, all is nifty.
Transcript, Part I:
Neil: …been writing 12, 13, 14 years, and you would think I would have mastered the basics.
(Audience laughs and applauds. Neil borrows a copy of Coraline from a woman in the front row)
Neil: (incomprehensible utterance that nonetheless makes the audience laugh). Coraline. Started writing it about 10, 11 years ago. Stopped writing it about 9 years ago. Started writing it again 5 years ago. It took 11, 12 years to write, and it’s the shortest book I’ve ever written. And… I’m gonna read you… hmm, let’s see… (he looks through the book) What page, indeed. (Audience laughter) Let’s start… we’ll begin at Chapter 3. Let’s turn to Chapter 3. (Audience laughter) Coraline, for those that haven’t read the book, is a small girl. Someone’s asked me today what age she is, and I thought for a minute and I said, “The same age as Alice”. (Audience laughter) And… uh… she has a door in her house. And it’s a door that–because her house has been converted into flats, and is a slightly irregular shape–one door opens onto a brick wall. And she’s discovered this. And she’s very interested in the brick wall. And the door. (Audience titters)
(he reads Chapter 3, which will not be transcribed for the sake of my sanity and certain copyright laws)
More coming when I feel like it! Next up, the Q&A!
(Note: For those who haven’t read my full review yet, I have it posted in my LJ.)
I saw a Woody Allen movie being filmed today. I wonder if there will be random footage with me as an extra… I should demand 50 billion dollars. Look for a bridge scene outside the Met. ::nods:: We saw a big actor, but I forgot his name, so I’ll post more later. He was shorter than he looked on screen. Ha.
Got a letter from Renata. Am loved.
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Villains fear me. Heroes envy me. Priscilla is… |
Indeed.
Can I hit Bush with a stick? Please?
George Washington himself said in a letter to a North African counrty that the United States was not a Christian nation. I said a few days ago that I didn’t think the whole Pledge of Allegiance issue should be brought up at a time when the U.S. was in such a need for stability, but now that we’ve started playing with fire, the only thing to do is to try to control the flames before too many people get burned. Seeing as the 9th District Court has already passed the ruling against “under God”, I think we should let it lie. As far as my knowledge of the Constitution goes, the Supreme Court can’t touch it, thanks to good old Freedom of Religion. If they tried to intervene, I believe it would only make the situation worse. Yes, it’s against “tradition”, but is the loss of a single tradition worth the revocation of Constitutional freedoms? And now good ol’ Georgey Dubbya steps in and tries to force his personal beliefs on an entire country. At times like this, I like to sit back and wonder how dear liberal Mr. Gore would have dealt with it. The next time Bush spouts scripture from the Declaration of Independence, he would do well to remember that the word “God” was deliberately left out of the Constitution. Declaring freedom from Britain and actually establishing the guidelines for a new nation are quite different things.