my nightmare last night:

i am staying for the weekend in some strange and unfamiliar town. i let a room in an abandoned victorian house on a dark block. in a drawer, a wooden chest with two arms carved into the top - the hands reach toward each other, the fingers do not touch. i open the chest which contains a bundle of wires, arranged, and a switch of some sort.

i flip the switch, why not?

as i am by a window on the second floor i am able to look out and down at the flash, the glare. it seems i have turned on an electric fence of sorts ...this fence is horizontal and suspended one foot off of the ground. there is only one way in and out of the yard - over the fence. the only problem with going over the fence is that the fence is too wide to jump over - you will be shocked.

there is a dog in the yard, large and tan-ish. it tries to jump out and dances, dances on the shocks and electricity. the dog finally stills, laying down on the buzzing wires, impulse muscles twitching.

i woke TT up after that one, i did.

then back to dreaming where my insane uncle pat (yes, that would be one of the godparents i am named after) is driving me around in some sort of minivan - strange since he has been chair bound for the last 20 years after diabetes took his leg. none the less, i knew where i needed to go but had a very difficult time explaining to him how to get there. i just wanted to be home, and safe.

then it was three am
then three eleven
then three eighteen
etc.

it seems great cheese comes from happy cows...and happy cows supposedly come from california.

is that so?

do you know that all of your super delicious cuts of beef are cut out of castrated bulls? eunuchs.
just like our havana.

...and a young lex drives up in a beautiful black convertible SLK.

which reminds me of the sad of the weekend, and test drives, and the mini, the vector... i am so in love with the utte...i am. the boy from the trailer park and the grrl from the family of the insane and terminally un-employed come together to make voltron.

why does plastic make such a difference?

why does letting the kitties play outside mean that we let the fleas in?