Haven’t been very active lately on here. Or have I? Maybe the fact I’m not reading other blogs, not up on what my FThBlggies are up to, that makes it feel like I’m out of touch. &/or out of time. But I’m out of my head when you’re not around, oh oh oh, oh oh OH. By the way, that Hall & Oates track is part of an anime-inspired Thursday meme. There is another Thursday meme inspired by another anime, with Asuka Evangelion wishing you a Feliz Jueves. It’s only Tuesday though, no time for that. I’m OUT of TIME.
There’s a song by the Dead Milkmen called Dean’s Dream, from their album Big Lizard in My Backyard. I think it’s about the way a dream feels significant and you want to tell somebody about it, but that sense of importance cannot be communicated, and ultimately dreams are silly garbage. The climax of the dream in that song is, “We argue and fight and one pulls a knife; He hits me in the back but I’m alright.” I had a dream my boyfriend was in one of the crushed floors of a partially collapsed building and I ignored the warnings to go in and save him. He was just standing there, alright, in his purple flannel shirt. He’s alright.
On an unrelated thing, I think it’s very possible my dying words will be, “I don’t feel so good Mistew Stawk.” After that moment in Marvel’s TV’s Revengers: The Semi-Finals, I quickly came to feel profoundly amused by that supposedly serious moment in the movie. Even the idea that for some other people the drama landed, genuinely choked them up for a moment, felt real … it just adds to the hilarity somehow.
Now, however many years later, whenever I have low blood sugar or am otherwise wobblin’ or wimpy, that’s the first thing that springs to my lips. Ergo, if I’m having a heart attack and it’s one of those stealthy boys where you just feel out of sorts until it’s Die Time, I’ll probably say the line right before my entire life is rendered a joke. Correct and appropriate, I suppose.
I’m starting to think I’m mildly bipolar, which is funny I never realized that before, given my brother is medicated for that and our father is a straight cartoon character off that diagnosis. But it’s OK. I just get delusions of grandeur sometimes. They’re probably a good thing, when they don’t keep me up nights.
This is pretty much the epitome of Random Thoughts from Satan posts. I hope it wasn’t a waste of your time. Have a sweet day.