I was smoking in my dream last night. It was so real that when I woke I thought I could still smell the clovesmoke scent lingering from my pores.
And heaven help me, I really really missed it.

I know what triggered it, and I'll be ranty about it tonight.
But wow.

I'd even discovered a way to lie about the smoking in my dream- a shower attachment that "ionized" water from the shower head to remove the scent.

Please note the time posted- I should mention that it was :56 sec when I did it.
Yes, 12:34:56 07/08/09.

It's the little things that make me smile.

Watching John Carpenter's Cigarette Burns from the Masters of Horror series, courtesy of my sister Alice.
Wow.
Carpenter's one of my favourite directors, so I've been waiting awhile to catch this thing... it's been worth the wait.
First, Udo Kier doing the damndest Peter Lorre.  How is that not worth the 55 minutes?
It's slowly paced, but that's all part of the sense of dread inherent in the story, a filmfan tracking down a cursed movie.  And of course when he finds it, all hell breaks loose.
Awesome stuff, and if this episode is any example of what Masters of Horror is about, then I'm really looking forward to the rest of the dvds.

I can't believe I didn't blog this weekend.
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Watching Dance Your Ass Off- the bastard child of The Biggest Loser and So You Think You Can Dance.  Shameless exploitation of overweight people.

I love it.
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Looking forward to Torchwood: Children of Earth.... but not as much as next weeks DYAO... POLE DANCING!!

nihilistic_kid  reminded me about this song in his blog.
Damn awesome piece.

I ate a pizza tonight.  A whole pizza.
I never eat that much.
Odd. 
On the other hand, $5.55 a pizza at Little Caesars isn't bad.

"If a jewel falls into the mire, it remains as precious as before; and though dust should ascend to heaven, its former worthlessness will not be altered."
Even with google search, I couldn't figure out who said that originally.
But it's good wisdom.
Especially since Universal has decided to... play with its properties.
There's talk of a (another) remake of the Bride of Frankenstein.
And The Creature from the Black Lagoon: The Musical.
Wrong wrong wrong.
See for yourself:

One of my co-workers shelved that classic novel "Charlotte Bronte" under the author's name- "Jane Eyre".

This is why I drink.

I realize it's unfair to expect EVERYBODY to know such things, but if you're going to work in a bookstore you'd damn well better.

I'm getting my driver's license next month, so yesterday we went looking for a car.
Turns out, I'm a blank slate credit wise, neither bad or good.
Thankfully, it turns out my father has one he'd been planning to sell. I think we might be able to work out a deal.

Is there a word to describe the conceptual opposite of skeevy? I think of skeevy as creepy pervy... well today I was in Ollie's- a discount store- and there was a creepy wholesome vibe in the book section. Lots of "inspirational" titles. But there was an underlying something.

Stepfordness.

I was surprised however to see the book Technical Virgin amongst the flock.