Sunday, June 28, 2015
Friday, June 26, 2015
ugly
Dreamt I was the lead singer in a rock -n- roll band, made to dress in a really bad pirate costume, including big purple foam hat complete w/giant yellow feather.*
- But that wasn't the bad part -
The bad part was our drummer was a gorilla, literally -and- they'd asked him to put on a gorilla costume, which, as you can imagine, he wasn't too happy about.
Then the guitarist came out in a gorilla costume.
And things got ugly.
The bad part was our drummer was a gorilla, literally -and- they'd asked him to put on a gorilla costume, which, as you can imagine, he wasn't too happy about.
Then the guitarist came out in a gorilla costume.
And things got ugly.
*Pimp, pirate, whatev…
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Winning
Dreamt last night I was an international executive for hire - a masterless ronin - brought in on a high level project by a ruthless business mogul (as played by Donald Sutherland).
I'd worked for him before, or knew him somehow - so when I looked up during my tour of the grounds to find a pair of crazy-steely eyes peering down at me from where he stood on the veranda above - I paused but met his gaze.
"What is it you want me to do?" I asked.
"I want you to... CATCH THIS!" he roared, and started hurling tennis balls at different, impossible-to-intercept angles, 40 to 60 feet from where I stood.
I ran and dove towards the first, nearly catching it, but then came further and further away from each subsequent throw until finally, when the third or forth ball caromed off a swing set I dropped to my knees.
And started to laugh.
Giggles became titters, then quickly evolved into deep, rolling belly laughs, amassing like clouds in a storm.
I laughed and I laughed - not from a sense of futility, but from a sense of joy - deep joy - until tears came to my eyes.
There was no way I could do what he asked and we both knew it.
I looked up again and met his gaze - that of a predator, falcon-like and probing for weakness - and saw we were done.
He wasn't happy about it.
I'd beaten him, after all - with joy and laughter… and by refusing to play his game.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Post Nuptials
Muir's Point
{garbled whine of
speaker squealing}
"Ladies & Gentlemen, children of all ages…
-now-
Presenting…(!)
{drumroll. scuffling feet...}
-the artist formerly known as:
. . . . LB!*
(aka)
_mR.s AdMan beLarrr!"
*…brother, she ain't heavyNo photographers were harmed in the making of this announcement.
(i made this)
(duh)
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