fragments

This morning, I spontaneously woke up at about 8am (which is a miracle in and of itself, for me), with a single thought in my mind - "remember that dream!" I'm fairly used to that sort of imperative first thing, so my semi-conscious mind grabbed blindly for whatever it could reach as the night went rushing past me... and then I looked at what I was left with. In order, those bits were:

1. A very loose retelling of some aspects of Arthurian legend, set, apparently, in late 70's western Washington. A bunch of siblings, named after the heroes of legend, die or disappear under bizarre circumstances.

2. A vivid mental image of one of the brothers. If Bast!Gackt had butt-length straight hair? This'd be him. Apparently, he's the one who lived through this but disappeared. His name, ironically, was Baldr. I suspect that my brain just got distracted while trying to think of the name "Bast." More vague image of another one wearing a letterman's jacket. No shit.

3. An image of 'Lancelot' informing me, "There's a statue out on Fauntleroy. The fat woman in green?" *Chagrined, annoyed face* "That's me." Which completely lost me whatever remaining chances I had of making sense of all of this, because I immediately thought of "Lancelot"'s song from Spamalot.

I'm sure that when I was asleep this whole thing was very deep and significant. That's how dreams work. But considering the bits I remember... yeah.

There was also a bit about being lost trying to find a bus home, which sort of happened last night. Except in my dream it happened in Renton, which'd be a billion times worse since very few buses go anywhere in Renton, especially at night.

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Last night, we ate fabulous food, had good conversation, drank wine and ate ice cream last night, then watched the end of Love Actually, which we'd apparently forgotten to make ratzeo watch until miss_arel thought of it last night. Bad us. We're clearly horrible friends. *Loves that movie beyond belief*

And if we thought that movie had everyone in it, before, now we've noticed that Chiwe... Chi... The Operative? He plays Kiera Knightley's new husband. Fecking broke my poor little brain, especially in that shiny plasticky coat he's wearing at the end of the movie. o_O

a temporary truce with football

So, the oft-ignored local football team, the Seattle Seahawks, have finally - for the first time in their 30-year history - made it to the Super Bowl. Go them.

Perhaps this means that stupid sportscasters everywhere in the U.S. will quit making asinine jokes like saying that my beloved city is in "southern Alaska or something." Screw you, bastards. I hope we kick everybody's asses, just so the rest of the country remembers that Seattle is not the middle of fecking nowhere. *Grumbles*