12/13/02 -4am
Yikes. It was a nightmare of some sort. I knew it. Frightening enough to wake me from a sound sleep, and jarring enough that I don't remember a moment of it.
back to bed.
11am
First phrase heard after waking - "Everybody loves mass-produced cream-filled pastries!" - Dan Ackroyd in Caddyshack 2. (It's been since switched back off)
Fell back asleep shortly after waking up, and slept another 4 hours. Newt was good enough to not patty-pat my face until about 8:30, so I think I have enough rest under my belt. I recall bits and fragments of the dreams from that time. Baked Alaska? I've not had that in ages. There was a large library, and there was a baked alaska on a table in the middle. I'm not sure if people were there... I don't remember talking to any, or running from any (the two main things I do with most folks in dreams) though there was some sort of problem with the room... a gas leak or electrical trouble.
The Balloonhats project: two balloon-hat making photographers who toured the world, convincing strangers to wear balloon hats and pose for photos.
Anyhow… off to catch a bus. until later, dear journal.
P.S. Hey! It's Friday the thirteenth! That Calls fora song!
The sky is blue, and all the leaves are green
The sun's as warm as a baked potato I think I know precisely what I mean
When I say it's a shpadoinkle day
As I ride with my girl
She's my best friend in the whole world
We move along, set our goals high
With eyes full of hope as we aim for the ...
Sky is blue and all the leaves are green
My heart's as full as a baked potato
I think I know precisely what I mean
When I say it's a shpadoinkle day!
When I say it's a happy-go-moinkly, Shpadoinkle-ly day
Thank you Zoe for the holiday fudge, and Newt *loves* his little fuzzy dinosaur...the perfect size. We're playing fetch with it right now!
Zen stories to tell your neighbors
Zombie Jamboree
It was a Zombie Jamboree
Took place in a New York cemetery
It was a Zombie Jamboree
Took place in a New York cemetery
Zombies from all parts of the Island
Some of them was a great Calypsonians
Although the season was Carnival
We get together in bacchanal
And they singing
Back to back, belly to belly
I don't give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree
One female Zombie wouldn’t behave
See how she jumping out of the grave
In one hand a quarter rum
In the other hand she knocking Congo drum
Believe singer start to make his rhyme
The Zombies are racking their bones in thyme
One bystander had this to say
'Twas a pleasure to see the Zombies break away
Back to back, belly to belly
I don’t give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree
I goin' talk to Miss Brigit Bardot
And tell her miss Bardot take it slow
All the men think they're Casanova
When they see that she’s bare foot all over
Even old men out into beaker
Find their hearts getting weaker and weaker
So I goin' to ask her for your sake and mine
At least to wear her ear rings part at the time
Back to back, belly to belly
I don't give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree
A lot of World leaders talkin' 'bout war
And I'm afraid they're going too far
So it's up to us you and me
To put an end to Catastrophe
We must appeal to their goodness of heart
And ask them to breech in and please do their part
Cause if this Atomic war begin
They won't even have a part to breech in
Back to back, belly to belly
I don't give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree
Recorded by Harry Belafonte, Noel Anthony, Kingston Trio, The Merrymen and Rockapella.
Danny and I won with our entry in the California Tomato Recipe contest. Loot consists of a lovely handwritten letter of congratulations, a XL T-shirt, a fridge magnet, and a pen as well a set of California Recipe cards. (It was a group effort, so I'm claiming the fridge magnet, and he's keeping the rest of the stuff) Groovy! First Chex mix, now this! For the record, the tomato recipe we used was made up whole cloth, not unlike Sven Berg.
Yikes. It was a nightmare of some sort. I knew it. Frightening enough to wake me from a sound sleep, and jarring enough that I don't remember a moment of it.
back to bed.
11am
First phrase heard after waking - "Everybody loves mass-produced cream-filled pastries!" - Dan Ackroyd in Caddyshack 2. (It's been since switched back off)
Fell back asleep shortly after waking up, and slept another 4 hours. Newt was good enough to not patty-pat my face until about 8:30, so I think I have enough rest under my belt. I recall bits and fragments of the dreams from that time. Baked Alaska? I've not had that in ages. There was a large library, and there was a baked alaska on a table in the middle. I'm not sure if people were there... I don't remember talking to any, or running from any (the two main things I do with most folks in dreams) though there was some sort of problem with the room... a gas leak or electrical trouble.
The Balloonhats project: two balloon-hat making photographers who toured the world, convincing strangers to wear balloon hats and pose for photos.
Anyhow… off to catch a bus. until later, dear journal.
P.S. Hey! It's Friday the thirteenth! That Calls for
The sky is blue, and all the leaves are green
The sun's as warm as a baked potato I think I know precisely what I mean
When I say it's a shpadoinkle day
As I ride with my girl
She's my best friend in the whole world
We move along, set our goals high
With eyes full of hope as we aim for the ...
Sky is blue and all the leaves are green
My heart's as full as a baked potato
I think I know precisely what I mean
When I say it's a shpadoinkle day!
When I say it's a happy-go-moinkly, Shpadoinkle-ly day
Thank you Zoe for the holiday fudge, and Newt *loves* his little fuzzy dinosaur...the perfect size. We're playing fetch with it right now!
Zen stories to tell your neighbors
Zombie Jamboree
It was a Zombie Jamboree
Took place in a New York cemetery
It was a Zombie Jamboree
Took place in a New York cemetery
Zombies from all parts of the Island
Some of them was a great Calypsonians
Although the season was Carnival
We get together in bacchanal
And they singing
Back to back, belly to belly
I don't give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree
One female Zombie wouldn’t behave
See how she jumping out of the grave
In one hand a quarter rum
In the other hand she knocking Congo drum
Believe singer start to make his rhyme
The Zombies are racking their bones in thyme
One bystander had this to say
'Twas a pleasure to see the Zombies break away
Back to back, belly to belly
I don’t give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree
I goin' talk to Miss Brigit Bardot
And tell her miss Bardot take it slow
All the men think they're Casanova
When they see that she’s bare foot all over
Even old men out into beaker
Find their hearts getting weaker and weaker
So I goin' to ask her for your sake and mine
At least to wear her ear rings part at the time
Back to back, belly to belly
I don't give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree
A lot of World leaders talkin' 'bout war
And I'm afraid they're going too far
So it's up to us you and me
To put an end to Catastrophe
We must appeal to their goodness of heart
And ask them to breech in and please do their part
Cause if this Atomic war begin
They won't even have a part to breech in
Back to back, belly to belly
I don't give a damn, I done dead already
Oho back to back, belly to belly
At the Zombie Jamboree
Recorded by Harry Belafonte, Noel Anthony, Kingston Trio, The Merrymen and Rockapella.
Danny and I won with our entry in the California Tomato Recipe contest. Loot consists of a lovely handwritten letter of congratulations, a XL T-shirt, a fridge magnet, and a pen as well a set of California Recipe cards. (It was a group effort, so I'm claiming the fridge magnet, and he's keeping the rest of the stuff) Groovy! First Chex mix, now this! For the record, the tomato recipe we used was made up whole cloth, not unlike Sven Berg.
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