a dream.

I had the most insane dream yet.
I was on an airplane and for some reason there were porpoises wandering about and I was petting them and telling the other passengers how nice they were. Then a seal somehow laid eggs (yes I know they can't lay eggs) in my purse and periodically little baby seals were coming out of my handbag and it was beginning to alarm me. I kept wondering, "where are they coming from?" I looked in my purse and there were hundreds of dead baby midget-sized seals. I told the flight crew they had to land. We were supposedly flying to England but we made an emergency stop in Poland. POLAND!?!?! Our seats couldn't be found (I think the Seals ate them) and then the King of France (yes I know there is no active King of France but work with me) came on board to inspect things. I was quite embarrassed as my shirt had gone missing and I think a Seal had eaten it. Then we were wandering around a garden park in Krakow trying to locate our luggage.

Hand to God I am not making this shit up.

Alright I am going to go and run some errands. I don't know what to make of that dream.

What I have been up to.

It was a lovely Sunday filled with bright blue skies, the Blue Angels continuing to make the masses twitch and Gennie's experiments in the kitchen.

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up and die

Aw fuck. Peter Jennings had to go and die. I have always had a crush on him. He kept the sanity for me during the week of 9/11 when the shit was hitting the fan left and right and he always possessed such a suave and brilliant manner on the television. I have some really early memories of the evening news in the background and his voice was always a part of it. I always got a kick out of his slightly raised eye-brow when interviewing someone he found ridiculous. Not bad for a High School drop-out if I do say so myself.


Robin Cook also died. Which is a shame. I recall the first time I was in England with Mr. Jenner and at the time the news was people getting their knickers in a twist over the appointment of a gay priest to the position of Bishop of Reading (which is the no. 2 clerical position in the Church of England for you those not familiar with that religion) and David Beckham going to Real Madrid. So a lot of men in fetching red clothes going places one never thinks. *snorts* Anyways We were driving down from York to London one hot Saturday afternoon and Robin Cook was on a radio show that was discussing the whole situation and implication of having a Gay Bishop in the church and I recall he made a lot of brilliant points and was genuinely interesting. That night we were wandering around near Trafalgar Square past a newsstand. (we were aimlessly walking about after going on the London Eye and eating rich desserts. Not at the same time mind you but I suggest everyone does both) We then heard a voice, "Mr. Robin Cook, it is a pleasure to meet you. You are a grand man." I turned and looked and there was Robin Cook picking up a newspaper and shaking the hand of a citizen who liked his style. I was wowed. Here was the man who I had spent the afternoon listening to and who had held a pretty important position in the British Government and voila...right before my eyes. He had a dashing look about him.