I had one of those fantastic adventure dreams last night.
It's not every bedtime you get to be visited by a number of unfriendly Russians, Kara ‘Starbuck’ Thrace and a newborn baby (that was by the end of the venture chatting quite animatedly with me). I think at some point I may also have sat on a couch in the middle of a forest watching Good News Week waiting for the unfriendly Russians to return.
(Wow, even my adventure dreams are superbly banal. I don’t know why we waited for the damn Russians, anyway – they ended up kicking us out of their country, and I was ever so disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to go on the Warner Bros VIP studio tour that I’d booked only the night before. And then Starbuck decided to be all kick-ass and go after the unfriendly Russians, so we couldn’t hang with her after that either. Major dream bummer).
It was all my brain's attempt, I think, at a 10-hour recuperation from having stayed up till 3am promising United States customs that fine, they can have my bloody (not actually bloody) fingerprints to use against me in the event that I apply for immigration in their oh-so-sovereign country upon my arrival (or somesuch); searching on Ebay for Battlestar Galactica and The Doctor Who 2009 Specials box sets (though I think that by about 2am this started to become more of a monotonous click- ‘ooh, look at the pretties!’, click- ‘ooh, look at the pretties!’ kind of activity than anything else. Ebay is, like, really big and stuff, did you know?); and watching Spillard videos on the Q and A website. Apparently politics, sci-fi and holiday excitement mix brilliantly.
I’m as clueless as you are about how the baby fits in. Maybe I’m still reeling from the frakking awesomeness of Toy Story 3. Because it was FRAKKING AWESOME. And that Baby was just creepy. (Ok, fine, I don’t actually think it has anything to do with Toy Story 3, but for a week and a half now I’ve been finding every excuse to slip Toy Story 3 into conversation, on account of its Toy Story 3 awesomeness. Also, 11 years on, I think I still have the major hots for Woody. You know, the completely fictional animated pull-string children’s cowboy doll. From Toy Story 3.)
Two days to go till our All-American Family Adventure!. Oh dear, I haven’t even thought about thinking about starting to pack. I did make carrot cake yesterday though.
It's 2am in a Perth airport, my plane is delayed and they confiscated my knitting AGAIN, and you still made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteOh Geet, I'm sure Freud would have a bit to say about the whole hots for the'pull-string children’s cowboy doll' thing. But don't worry, I always liked Vegita from DBZ when I was younger. hehehehe. It cut me up so badly he couldn't jsut kill Goku and take over the universe.
I am looking way forwards to reading this blog on a regular basis, to keep my vitamin Geet up while you are in the states. Therefore do no dilly dally in your postage. =)
And vitamin Geet does sound rather weird, but meh, you know what I'm talking about.
Hehe vitamin Geet, I like it! Well I've stopped drinking orange juice because I get all my vitamin C from Flavoured Air.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea who Vegita is, but I'm sure he was very pretty.
Oh, poor Clare, no knitting?! Those nasty Perthians! You should've poked them with your knitting needles (because they wouldn't consider that a security threat AT ALL ...)
Anywho, toodle-oo, I really ought to go start packing, we leave at 6am tomorrow!