Dreams Part IV: A New Hope

Last night I dreamt I had to go to Mars...

Last night I dreamt about dressing up in an aligator costume. Like a big fuzzy one, the kind a mascot might wear. In high school I used to write for / act in this comedy thing we had that was a parody of / based on / whatever Saturday Night Live. It was called Friday Night Live and we did it on a Wednesday. Har, har. Anyway, my dream was I was writing this skit with the group (we did team writing of the skits) that was just a vehicle for me to dress up in the aligator costume and act like an idiot. When I woke up I felt like I could write the skit. This was at like 2 or 3 or 4 in the morning. I went back to sleep and then when I woke up this morning, I could only remember that there was an aligator costume and it was for FNL.

Walk the line

Walk the line was awesome. Reese Witherspoon puttin' on a southern accent. The Carter family singers chasing off pill dealers with shotguns. Johnny Cash all sorts of hopped up on all sorts of everything. The scene where he kicks in the light was awesome. The smatter of pills in his dressing room makes you think- "oh, no, he took the black ones!" Not that "the black ones" has any sort of significance (to me anyway) but just the way it's presented makes you understand the black ones are pretty grave. The zillions of rejected marriage proposals from Cash to Carter. And, of course, rocking the jailhouse. Not to mention his dad's wisecrack when he hears Johnny got busted for pills- "Now he won't have to work so hard to make people think he's been in jail."

I give it four of five foos.