Blog of Billy

Saturday night I had some rather violent dreams. The first one actually started out with Jennie driving the both of us in a needlessly big blue truck to some Blockbuster that I had never seen before. I went inside and piddled around for a little while, and rented some video. Coming outside, I looked to my right and saw a big white Lincoln Town Car and thought to myself "Russian Maifia." Apparently they wanted me dead, because pistol shots started sounding as soon as I realized who was in the car. I ran down the parking lot and dove into a blue Acura that conveniently opened with Rosie's Honda key that is still on my keychain. That's about when I woke up from that one.

The second one started with me parking my car down in central Oklahoma City and going into a restaurant. When I came out, there were 2 people, an older man and a little boy, who had apparently broken into my trunk and started running. I gave chase, hurtling through thick brush and tree-lined avenues, for what seemed like hours. The dream finally ended in vicious shootout when the guy I was chasing pulled a gun on the three cops that stopped him on 23rd street. Three things struck me when I though back on this dream later: I have no idea how I could have run for that long without getting tired, I really don't know where I got the Hawaiian sling that I was using to scare this guy, and the older man was wearing a white baseball jersey with green cuff and collar, but I could read that word "Hardball" written across the front. I thought that I wasn't supposed to be able to read words when I was dreaming. I guess I'll just never be able to do the whole lucid dreaming thing very efficiently.

I've been spending a lot more time up in Edmond with Patrick and Sandra. Their apartment is a really comfortable place just to sit and be without having to worry about seeing people I don't want to. It's been entirely too long since I had a place like that.

Condoleezza Rice's hair doesn't move. She bobs her head up and down and shakes it violently whenever she's asked to step up and take some amount of responsibility for what the administration believed and advocated between January and September of 2001. Democracy only works when the public is informed. Even more than that, her argument on CBS yesterday was that sitting NSA advisors just should not testify. Seems problematic to me that she is allowed to be the major voice against Richard Clarke's stinging accusations, but is beyond reproach herself. She has the same kind of duck-thing happening at the back of her head that happens to me when I let my hair get too shaggy. Then the perfectly coiffed little flip-over onto the left side of her head looks like it should be free flowing, but it's about as frozen in place as a wooly mammoth in a glacier. Here's a picture:


New Modest Mouse album comes out in just a little while (6 April). Best stuff you'll hear this year. Courtney (cute Communist girl) already has it and I'm jealous.