Roy Orbison was not in fact blind

Thanksgetting is ongoing this week, and the festivities started with a pot-luck down in Norman-town. Everyone's food was really good, especially the turkey, the squash, and the cheesecake. A new interesting taste was had in Keers's spoonbread, a tasty mix of corn and cornbread. My contribution of alfredo casserole and pesto tortellini was happily gobbled up, though the Cornish hen wasn't ready until most people were full. I was afraid that my hens were not going to marinate properly, and would end up half-frozen and icky. Luckily, 3 little birds at 400ºF for 45 minutes are pretty good, especially with the sauce. Little old Thelma Allen sure knows her stuff.

Cats are made of static electricity and claws.

This week's odd dream involved me helping an old farmer push his white 1972 Cadillac car up a hill. The seeming difficulty was lessened substantially by the simple fact that I was wearing rocket-powered roller skates. Suddenly, an instant messaging window from Patrick popped up in the air to my right and "Blister in the Sun" started playing. I typed back and forth to the boy about the melodious poetic stylings of some French poem he made me read vis-á-vis the song playing in the air. I woke up about 2 minutes later to find that I had missed a call from Patrick. That explained the Blister in the Sun invasion, as that's his ringtone. Having ambient noise work its way into my dreams happens quite a bit. The first I noticed it was when I was sleeping in Algebra 2, and the intercom system in the basement where I was being a secret agent that day kept explaining sine. It was very confusing and quite distracting from job at hand.

Cranberry sauce, green beans, and muffins,
You be the turkey and I'm the stuffin'

This entry was posted on November 23rd, 2005 at 05:16:58 pm by Billy and is filed under General.