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I guess I’ve learned my lesson about asking people for opinions on the presidential campaign. So, what inane topic can I post today?
Early this morning I was awakened by a thunderstorm. What a wonderful thing to be awakened by. I listened to the rain for a while, then drifted off to sleep, only to have the most disturbing dream ever. Cory Haim was in it. It was just that disturbing.
Its funny my mother treats eating chinese food as a guilty pleasure. I suppose living with Don, eating anything with rice is a sin. Today she asked furtively, “Do you think we can go get Chinese food for lunch tomorrow? KK won’t be here, no one’ll be here but us…”
Well, I never turn down Chinese food.
Don, the gourmet, came back from the grocery store Saturday with two cans of Spam. Yeahhhh… he has plenty of room to judge other people’s culinary inclinations.
And yes, its obvious from the title that I’m still amused by Mojo’s association of my ex with Gaius Baltar. Damn, and now I really need a Battlestar Galactica emoticon.
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I guess waking up to a thunderstorm when the land is parched isn’t so bad. We had some thunder and rain last night, but it was finished by morning, thankfully. We don’t really need it, but we get it often. Isn’t that how it always is?
That wild and crazy Chinese food! It’s nothing compared to Spam, though. Delicious Spam. I was being snarkastic, there.
Yeah, sorry if that whole Baltar thing was weird, but I do think of him when I see this guy. And yes, I was referring to the whole person of Dr Baltar and not his appearance. Most of what I know of your ex is post-UK, so I think of him as manipulative, sneaky, tricky, but inner-focused. Smart, but not necessarily making the best choices. He’s no carbon copy, it’s just that GB reminds me of what little I’ve heard of the ex.
It would be awesome to get BG emoticons!
Wait? Does that make Che Caprica 6? You’re looking hot in that little red dress, Che!
I find the whole comparison hilarious. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch BG again without thinking of my ex.
Oh crap!
Well, at least its funny thinkin’.
Yeah, I’m ponderin’ the superior spam. So much tastier than nice, hot, spicy, aromatic chinese food. There must be something seriously wrong with me for preferring the chinese food. I am seriously addicted to the stuff though. I could eat it every day (kinda like Chinese people do). I could happily live in China…. if it weren’t for all that censoring of free speech. Oh wait… not much different from here after all - but with better food.
Our rain was finished by morning, but it was nice while it lasted. That dream, however, was truly twisted.
I had a disturbing dream as well. One involving murder.
I dreamt I and 2 other guys checked into a hotel room. I don’t know who they were. And then we murdered someone off camera, as you do. But then the cleaning crew came up and we had to distract them while hiding the body. I talked to the crew, but they burst into the room anyway. The blood was gone, and I wondered how they did that. Then the cleaning crew went to the closet where we’d stashed the body, and lo and behold it wasn’t there. So I sat as they cleaned. When they left, I asked my accomplices where the body was, and they said it was in the ceiling. We took it out of the ceiling and then had to dispose of it while a conferences was going on downstairs.
I think I’m tired of taking Percoset if it gives me dreams like that.
But I think Corey Haim is worse than body disposing dreams.
Well, Corey Haim was just a small part of the dream. It was mostly about some cultist who moved into our house, who lead a cult based on intestinal cleanliness. Corey Haim was just ’some guy’ in the dream that the cultist told to comb his hair. (obviously the cult was also concerned with good grooming of the hair as well).
Well, cleanliness is next to cultiness, I always say.
If Che’s ex is Gaius Baltar, and Che is Caprica 6, then who does that make me? D’Anna? That’d be cool - except for having no penis and getting my ass packed up in storage forever. Sharon Valerii? Same lack of penis thing, but she did get it on with Helo, who is a little vacant, but hot. Would that make Mojo Helo? Mojo isn’t vacant, though.
Maybe I could be President Roslyn! Now she kicks some ass. (Of course, it messes up the Che as 6 thing, but it could work). Then Mojo could be Admiral Adama! He also kicks ass. Though I bet Mojo would like to be Colonel Tigh so he could drink a lot and tell it like it is, no matter how much it hurts the team!
Hmm. All the great roles on this show are held by women. The men are mostly window dressing with the exception of Admiral Adama and Colonel Tigh. Lee Adama is the biggest crybaby wuss in the galaxy. And although Starbuck can be a cry baby, at least she kicks ass while doing it.