Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Cool, I Have Fans!

It's been a while since I've paid attention to my blog; almost a year, infact. I'm really glad I decided I needed to get back into blogging, because random people have actually found me. Yay!

Most excitedly, I had a commenter looking for costuming help for a Manos robe. How cool is that? She apparently found my post from last Halloween by doing a Google search for Manos Robe. I tested it out and found to my pleasent surprise that I am listed third in Google for this particular search. Hmmm...how to get to number 1? If I'm going to be listed first in any search engine, I might as well be the go to place for Manos: The Hands of Fate costuming.

Of course I'll help with the costume. I think everyone should have their own Manos robe. Instead of the zombie walk, we can have the Manos walk. Or, even better, a Million Manos March! Isn't that a wonderful image? The Master will be served!

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

What Dreams May Come

Yeah, yeah, I know the theory. Dreams are your subconscious mind's way of expressing itself. I'll admit, I've always been fascinated by dream interpretation and the symbolism found in your dreams. I've never understood it, though, mainly because my dreams tend to be so
messed up that traditional symbolism doesn't really fit. Instead of flying or falling, my dreams have me being chased by sentient, toothy, and presumably carnivorous lawn chairs. That last statement is not an exageration, by the way. I actually had that dream at one point. I've remembered it all these years because it was just so messed up.

As a side note, I've also considered the fact that my dreams tend toward the Terry Gilliam and David Lynch side of the spectrum of strange to be a sign that I should never, ever drop acid.

It's important to note that I am a world class worrier, having inherited that trait from my mother. I shouldn't be too surprised that my latest string of dreams has my subconscious telling me that I'm going to fail at everything I try to do. It's just not helpful.

In the past couple of weeks, I have dreamt that I failed an important exam that in reality I am still awaiting the results, my apartment building burned down, I lost my job, I crashed my car, and my boyfriend dies. That last one truely freaked me out. Shut up, subconscious. You are not being helpful. I can worry on my own. Things are good right now. Deal with it.

Over the weekend, I had a dream that my boss and his family for what ever reason dropped by my house. Like an episode of the Honeymooners, everything that could go wrong did. It ended with said boss trying to leave and not being able to find his shoes. The parting shot I had before I woke up is my boss walking away in 2 random mismatched shoes of mine. To this I say, what the hell, subconscious?

One of these days, I think I would like to go to one of those dream interpreters, just to see what they say. I suspect that with my dreams, I may be accused of making stuff up.