Loading ...That was the subject of the email I received from some activist group or another. I get so many these days they all become a blur, and I think because of this vast proliferation of activism emails, I may well have run out of give-a-shits.
What’s the last thing I’d want to find on my beach?
The Ocean Conservancy tells me its dead animals and trash, but I maintain that the last thing I’d want to find is the Nude Octagenerians Swim Club. Though a suitcase-nuke or a broken ebola vial might run a close second.
Had a crazy dream last night. I did spend most of yesterday consecrating (read: fondling) my new replacement Tarot deck, and when I went to bed my hands were covered in various sacred oils. No, that was not a euphemism for something else.
Anyway, dream. I dreamed I was standing near a bridge, watching it collapse. I saw a man leap from his car, and ,jump from the bridge, but he broke his leg when he landed. The bridge kind of crumbled sideways, and his car slid from the bridge and landed on him, crushing him. The entire scene was incredibly real, vivid and uncharacteristically linear. Then I went to a friend’s house, feeling shocked and drained by the whole experience. We sat talking about it, and a disembodied mannequin head floated into the room.
Samuel was suddenly standing beside me and he said, “This dream could be prophetic, you know”.
And I said, “Not with them mannequin heads floatin’ around.”
Well the casserole is in the oven, so I suppose its back to fondling the Knight of Swords.
Mmmmm… Knight of Swords.
Buy me a beer!
If you enjoyed this article please with your favourite bookmarking tool, or donate to assist with site maintenence and to keep tarot readings free. Thanks!
Email this post to a friend
682 Views
Recently:
- Ladies of the Legion II
- Ladies of the Legion
- Super-Sister
- Writing Weekend
- A Coda on CoDA
- Did Plurk Kill the Shattered Prayer?
- Happy Birthday Bea!
- Lois Lane — Unpleasantly Sexy
- Hysterical Blindness
- Welcome back Mojo and Richard.
Comments
This entry was posted on Tuesday, August 21st, 2007 at 4:39 pm and is filed under subliminal. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
Wouldn’t you eventually want to find some dead animal on the beach? I mean, if beach animals aren’t allowed to die, then soon we’ll be overrun by beach animals. Up to here with them!
I don’t care what the beach conservatory people say. I’d rather happen upon the occasional dead jellyfish than to have to walk waist deep in sand fleas.
I mean, come on!
But the last thing I’d want to find on my beach would be uninvited guests. I mean, if it were MY beach, I’d only want a select few there in the first place.
Ew… sand fleas.
And its true, of course, beach animals have to die sometime. They don’t get a ‘get out of death free’ card just because the Ocean Conservancy says so. If I gotta die, then they gotta die. Its only fair. (though truthfully, its startin’ to look like I might not die. In which case… we can let one of the beach animals live. But not the sand-fleas).
Yeah… unwanted guests. Hell… people in general. I like my beach nice and empty. Just me, a lounge chair, a six pack, and that one other death-free beach-animal.
hear!
if anyone wants me, i’ll be on my OWN beach. i’ve got my phone, but i’m screening.
(i had a bridge dream in which someone died last night, too. i maintain this was not (not!) my fault.)
Beaches rock!
Was it Knight of Swords responsible for that dream? Gotta remember that… Knight of Swords equals Stephen King nightmares?
Jeebus, what is it with the bridge dreams? Thats crazy. Anyone else have a bridge dream?
Well, that bridge did collapse in Minnesota. Just saying.
And my ex-boyfriend’s totally hot brother lived right by the bridge.
This hot brother once said to me, “When you break up with my brother, we should totally still hang out.”
He was prescient that one. I did indeed break up with his brother!
But he lives in Minnesota. So we totally did not hang out.
hm. good point re: minnesota. this was just a little wooden bridge, though. and it didnt’ collapse, it was just rickety.
the tacoma narrows bridge footage IS some of my favorite video EVER, though. it’s so fucking beautiful.
i’m sure bridges signify something journeyful or some shit.
I know there was that minnesota thing, but hell its hardly a prophetic dream if it happens after the event it prophesies.
The bridge in my dream was rather large. Not HUGE, like the golden gate or sumat, but more than two lanes, less than 5. 3 or 4 I guess that would make it.
But when I think of bridges collapsing, I think of the Silver Bridge in Point Pleasant, WV.
Every time I see the Tocoma Narrows Bridge footage I think about that dog in the car. Apparently the guy who left his car on the bridge jumped out and saved himself, leaving his cocker spaniel to plummet to his death in the river below. The only death in the crash.
Man’s best friend indeed.
That Mothman will cause bridges to collapse.
But he wouldn’t leave his cocker spaniel to die in the wreckage.
i didn’t know about the dog! now i’ll cry every time i see it.
*sniffle*
apparently, a few people tried to save him. and now he’s immortalized.
A three legged paralyzed photographer biting dog that belonged to his daughter!!!
You just can’t make that up.
I didn’t know all of that. I just knew that Leonard left him to die.
Poor old Tubby.
I wonder when he got home if this was the conversation with his daughter.
Leonard: “Honey, I almost died today on the . . .”
Daughter: “Where’s my dog?”
Leonard: “Um, Daddy was really scared when . . .”
Daughter: “What have you done with Tubby?”
Leonard: “It all happened so fast. There was this photographer and . . .”
Daughter: “You monster! You killed my dog!”
Leonard: “But the bridge was swaying and he was biting . . .”
Daughter: “You abandoned my paralyzed three legged dog to save your own worthless life? I hope another bridge collapses underneath you!”
Leonard: “Daddy loves you, honey.”
Daughter: “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
It probably didn’t happen that way, but you never know.
hehe. i kind of hope it did happen that way.
however, if i have mannequin heads in my dreams, disembodied or otherwise, i will NOT be pleased.
I kinda hope it happened that way too. I mean, y’all know I’d drown trying to save Bea’s fat ass.
Those mannequin heads were creepy. Reeeeeeally creepy.
Hell, yeah. There’d be no way I’d leave Puss behind.
For the floating mannequins, I picture those kind of blank faces where the female mannequins are looking down with their lips pursed. You know, where the head is all beige. Including the hair.
That would seem a bit camp to me.
No, it was bald and rather yellowish. And really didn’t come off as very camp.
*convulsively heebie-jeebies all over the place*
*dislocates a scapula*
i HAAAAAAAAAATE those things!!!! gah! git em orf, gitemorf!
i have an unusually wide uncanny valley.
Steff’s wide uncanny valley.
I feel like I know you.
Wait until you see the Doctor Who episode “Rose.” It has some rather irate mannequins in it as well.
Mannequins don’t bother me too much. Except when their heads are floating around the room, disembodied.
Don’t know if Steff watches Dr Who or not.
It has these villains called “the autons” in it. They possess plastics. When “terror of the autons” and “spearhead from space” came out in the 70s, people were furious because Dr. Who depicted mannequins breaking out of shop windows and killing people, plastic dolls trying to strangle children, and plastic daffodils smothering people.
The censors said that these horrors were too apt to be in the homes of actual children watching the show and was therefore too scary for them. They told Dr. Who to make their horrors less “home made” and more alien to frighten children less.
Believe it or not.
Well it was a gentler time. In those days they didn’t want to frighten children, nowadays, scaring kids is a multi-million dollar industry.
seen it. i squinted through most of it.
…but christopher eccleston makes up for a lot of creepy-that-was-supposed-to-be-camp.
a. lawt.
Mojo would definitely agree with you!
Eccleston reminds me of eccles cakes, one of which I could REALLY go for right about now - an eccles cake, not an Eccles-ton. Though he’s cute, I kinda like the boyish charms of the present incarnation of Who.
but an eccles cake… yum.
I too like the boyish charms of the present Who.
But cake does sound good right now. Don’t know what an eccles cake is, but then again, I never had chess pie.
Puff pastry stuffed with currants and spices, with sugar sprinkled on top. Used to get’em at the local bakery when I lived in England. Very filling and tasty, and made a good breakfast. (since it has fruit in it, I could pretend its healthy).
Sounds delicious. There is a shop with English food in Manhattan (I know — you wouldn’t think they could sustain a business). I’ll have to see if they have any eccles.
Oh do! Once in a while the British can come up with a tasty foodstuff.
CE is my favorite doctor ever. even more so than tom baker, “the” doctor.
david tennant looks like a chicken.
heh. eccles cakes sounds dirty.
But a cute chicken!
We already went there for some Cornish pasties, scotch eggs, curly wurlies, ginger beer, some Tizer, and other odds and ends. Never did quite make it to the Fried Mars Bars, though.
Definitely a cute chicken. And he can be broody and dark and even with the chicken face, manages to pull it off. Eccles-cake always acted like a chicken, like he was trying to offset his dark, roguish looks by being silly.
Avoid fried mars-bars at all costs. BELIEVE ME, you don’t want one. Unless its to say you’ve had one. But it isn’t authentic unless its been fried in the same grease as fish and chips have been fried in.
Imagine for a moment - fish-flavoured mars bars.
That is exactly right, Che! You have summed up Eccleston.
However cute he is.
You know, back in the day, Doctors didn’t have to be cute.
And seldom were.
But not any more.
Hard to pick a favorite, but of the new series, it would be tennant, and of the old
hm…
Tom Baker or Patrick Troughton.
And just to show you what a horrific geek I am . . .
Sylvester McCoy in the books and Colin Baker in the audios.
There. I’ve said it.
Total Whovian.
Fish flavored Mars Bars are too horrible to imagine.
But this is the same country that brought us Prawn Chips.
No, thats Prawn crisps. And they’re VILE.
I meant Prawn Crisps.
The fish flavored Mars Bars were affecting my head.
I know they are vile. I’ve had some.
Nasty things.
I do love the Walker’s plain crisps. I think they’re quite possibly the best crisps ever. but when they start branching out into flavors, they go horribly wrong.
Beetle and prune juice flavored crisps.
Pus and pickle.
Fish and mars-bar flavored crisps.
Wrong. Its wrong.
Like Delirium of the Endless when told she could have any flavor of ice cream.
“Green mouse and telephone flavor?”
All apologies.
Chicken and telephone ice cream.
Green Mouse was, according to Delirium, the worst flavor. She didn’t like that at all.
Speaking of Delirium. I think I need to be headed there now.
By going to delirium does this mean you’re going to sleep (wouldn’t that mean going to sandman?) or does it mean you’re gonna read comic books?
I reckon I’m gonna read. Was gonna watch Damages but it quickly went to hell and now I find myself only half paying attention. don’t care who killed the boyfriend now- I’ll find out one day when its on Wikipedia.
I think I had better get to bed. I have to go some meeting or something tomorrow morning in a place I’ve never been before.
Probably should be well rested to do that.
Enjoy your reading.
Nighty night! Sweet dreams of flowers and lollipops and floating mannequin heads.
OMG, I was totally snoozing through all this.
FWIW, I think both Eccleston and Tennant are good Doctors in different ways. Tennant reminds me of the preternaturally smart 14 year old that you like despite his silly ways. Eccleston was a bit more razzle, though a touch bitchier. Meh, like I’d kick either one out of bed. Not likely.
Richard, it’s funny that you said the Autons possess plastics. I thought you meant that they own some Solo cups or summat. Then I realized you meant possess as in what a spirit or demon does (popular-media speaking). LOL.
Good luck with disembodied faux-people heads, Che. Creeeeeepy.
Just found a recipe for Eccles cakes. They look delicious!
Seems that recipe wasn’t as traditional as one may expect. Here is a more traditional recipe with a little history. Niiiiiice.
Yeah, I doubt I’d kick either one out of bed either.
In England you can get the pre-packaged Eccles cakes, but I don’t have to tell you they aren’t near as good as freshly baked ones. I love the “pride of Manchester” website. Manchester has so little to be proud of - Manchester United and Eccles cakes. And the former is debatable.
I’ve been craving fudge lately.
Don’t know much about Manchester, but at least I’ve heard of Manchester United. And Manchester University. And now, Eccles cakes!
I just got caught in a Wikihole and the ‘debate’ about the use of the word currant when referring to raisins versus the completely different genus and species called the blackcurrant or redcurrant. Good gods, who knew? I suppose Eccles cakes are made with raisins, not the tart blackcurrant?
I almost never crave fudge itself, for some reason. Loved it as a kid, though. It was my favorite! Fudge brownies, however, LOVE those! Plus, they come in a box mix, so no need to understand particle physics, as you must do to make good homemade fudge. Or perhaps I just never had a good, easy recipe.
I don’t crave fudge often but I’m craving it now. Peanut-butter fudge, to be specific. But around here, fudge is more a christmassy thing (or for us, a Tahitimassy thing). And when I do have some, a little bit tends to go a long way. I can’t gorge myself on fudge, I’d be sick.
But right now, really want some fudge.
I also wouldn’t mind some key-lime pie, since a certain SP newcomer has been eating it in front of me lately, arousing my lust for pie.
Hmm… key-lime fudge. Wonder how that would taste.
And blackcurrants are in everything in England. Including the skittles.
If I get fudge, I tend to like the peanut butter fudge, but sometimes you have to clarify with the confectioner that you also want it have chocolate in. Otherwise you get a peanut butter only fudge which is good, but not quite what I want. Once I had some orange-colored pumpkin pie fudge (sans chocolate), however, which was surprisingly good (as a rare treat, I am guessing). Key lime fudge I haven’t had but I wonder… In fact, here is where I got that fudge. Mmmm…. delicious.
Wow, that’s crazy they use blackcurrants so much over there! Well, I guess we use grapes in everything. We would grow and use blackcurrents here except they were outlawed plants until recently. Now, they can be bought, grown, and harvested as needed… IF you get a particular species that is resistant to a disease that killed pine trees. We wouldn’t want to kill a cash crop like that, now would we?
OH MY GOD, they have maple walnut fudge.
I was just about to start writing a tarot article, but got distracted by the fudge site.
Mojo… you really shouldn’t show that to someone who JUST TOLD YOU she’s craving fudge.
Dammit! I know… I thought of that after I made the post. Sincerest apologies.
i? would kick chicken-boy outta bed.
i do love it, though, that this is the first place people haven’t looked at me oddly when i start in on how hot i think CE is. and the dorkiness (and, yeah, the bitchiness) of doctor9 definitely contributes.
now, mr. tennant… once, when they let him be all mussed up AND wearing little geek glasses AND using his (real) scottish accent, i almost got what everyone sees in him.
but then i got better.
*GRIN*
whaaaaaaaaat?? it’s all gone now. i won’t be tormenting you with it again.
there’s a fudge shop in estes park, colorado, that makes key lime fudge. i never tried it. (yep. that’s where that rip in the space-time continuum came from. sorry ’bout that.) i think that either see’s or kilwin’s also makes one, but i only ever recall seeing it in one of their catalogs.