Hurricane Dreams

gif by Greg Leuch

What a lazy day I'm having. There was no need to get my ass up early enough to make my Pilates class because there would be no means to get back home. So I decided to sleep for about a hundred years (til 2pm). I'm glad I did that because I managed to dream the best dream I've had since 2008 when Tom Cruise gave me a shoulder massage during some kind of theatrical lucha libre event. (For the record, TC gives me the willies, like, in a gross way, which makes that dream fantastically cringe-worthy.) Anyway, this one involved another theatrical setting where my family and I were watching some sort of dance event featuring French children dressed in red and white. Josh Radnor came and sat next to me and we hit it off immediately. In fact, he liked me so much that he was too shy to ask for my number so I asked for his instead. There really is no climax here to speak of, apart from the strange elation I felt upon waking up. One problematic element here that distresses me was Josh's appearance...he really looked bad with unkempt, scraggly hair and a horrible complexion. I'm not a trained therapist but even I can have a field day deconstructing this one.
(Sidebar: I haven't watched television, including "How I Met Your Mother," in two months really. I did read a draft of Josh's screenplay "Happythankyoumoreplease" but that was last year. Yet he manages to live in the recesses of my mind...in ugly form.)

In other news, I'm prepping for big bad Irene by buying a bag of beef jerky and boiling my three remaining eggs. I have a mini-maglite, loads of votive candles from Ikea, and Netflix just sent me Kick-Ass. Thank God my sister bought wine.

Jedi Kittens

It's a little crazy at work today. Although I may harp about it sometimes, I welcome any distraction from my daily psychosis.

Speaking of distractions....

Where's Wall-E?

Can you find him?

by Richard Sargent

Making "the Shining"

Vivian Kubrick, Stanley's daughter, was only 17 when she made this doc.

The Making of THE SHINING from Tara Emerson on Vimeo.

Update: Well. So much for that video. Here's something else to look at.

Thinking of you

I am no stranger to loss.
Although I've had nothing but time to cope and deal, I still have trouble wrapping my head around how we're all supposed to continue sucking air after you lose someone you love, when clearly the whole world should just stop orbiting, out of respect for the dead. So when a friend loses someone, I take great great pause. I am stricken too. I know all about this healing process that never really ends. And I am with you.

Minor Differences

via the Oatmeal

You are not alone

Walter Martin and Paloma Muñoz
Traveler 186 at Night, 2006

I've admired Martin and Muñoz' work for several years now because I heart all things tiny. Their stuff is featured in the Otherworldly Exhibit at the Museum of Art & Design. Who wants to join me? I don't want to see tiny people by myself.

Girl Crushing on....

Emma Stone! (just like that dirty old man, Dave Letterman)

Swimming with shark

You know those rare instances when you get up in the morning in a surprisingly good mood, filled with positive energy and motivation to make your day worthwhile? When you're ready to face challenges, conquer long-standing obstacles, and feel good about yourself and your new achievements? But all this levity shatters because some schmuck at work manages to suck so bad, at work and in life, that you just want to throw him under a bus?

Today is like that.

(Tangent: I've never seen Shark Week. In fact, I don't really know what it is. Is it really all it's cracked up to be? Should I get cable just for this highly lauded phenomenon?)