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silverthorneWarning: Totally irreverent post--rather like my last two.
So, okay. By now anyone who actually cares and didn't go 'yawn, whatever' knows that the Bon Jovi crew tried to pull a John Denver when their jet skidded off the runway up in Ontario. Nobody was hurt except maybe anyone who had to listen to the bad song puns that have been showing up in the news reports about the incident since then (although that can get pretty painful XD ).
Anyhow, so I made my flip comment for the day, had a mini-angst because I missed the Dallas concert (OHWOESISME!!!), and got on with that little thing called...er...living.
So, end of story, right?
Apparently not so.
Apparently, my brain decided to chew on this one.
So I dream.
Yep, that's right, A and JBJ meet The Village meets The Lottery meets Stepford Wives...
Or something like that.
NO...I didn't get to sleep with Jon...and besides the guy still has no eyebrows. That's instant disqualification right there. My guy has got to have eyebrows. (That, and sleeping with someone who is the PB for a pup I play would be disconcerting...just a little.)
What we did do is get herded around, told about the demonic bikers coming into town to eat our faces if we didn't do all the right things, and made little whispered plans to each other while we acted like sheep in a herd of sheep.
...I will note here that I'm very glad he had good breath in the dream.
Anyhow, before it got really interesting (you know, right before the monsters show up and everyone scatters and Certain People get to save the day), I woke up.
So, yeah. Slightly fixated and weird dreams with no goal.
Go me!
...And yeah, the guy does look good in black leather.
So, okay. By now anyone who actually cares and didn't go 'yawn, whatever' knows that the Bon Jovi crew tried to pull a John Denver when their jet skidded off the runway up in Ontario. Nobody was hurt except maybe anyone who had to listen to the bad song puns that have been showing up in the news reports about the incident since then (although that can get pretty painful XD ).
Anyhow, so I made my flip comment for the day, had a mini-angst because I missed the Dallas concert (OHWOESISME!!!), and got on with that little thing called...er...living.
So, end of story, right?
Apparently not so.
Apparently, my brain decided to chew on this one.
So I dream.
Yep, that's right, A and JBJ meet The Village meets The Lottery meets Stepford Wives...
Or something like that.
NO...I didn't get to sleep with Jon...and besides the guy still has no eyebrows. That's instant disqualification right there. My guy has got to have eyebrows. (That, and sleeping with someone who is the PB for a pup I play would be disconcerting...just a little.)
What we did do is get herded around, told about the demonic bikers coming into town to eat our faces if we didn't do all the right things, and made little whispered plans to each other while we acted like sheep in a herd of sheep.
...I will note here that I'm very glad he had good breath in the dream.
Anyhow, before it got really interesting (you know, right before the monsters show up and everyone scatters and Certain People get to save the day), I woke up.
So, yeah. Slightly fixated and weird dreams with no goal.
Go me!
...And yeah, the guy does look good in black leather.
