This should be enough to get me season 2 of Lost on Blu-Ray...
The first thing my boyfriend told me upon awakening this morning was this:
“I dreamed that… there was an Amoeba that sold shrimp. Like, instead of a music store, it was a place where you could go and sell your used shrimp and… they’d re-sell it to places like Iraq. Saddam was actually buying the shrimp, so I guess he was still alive. I got good money for it, too. Like, $112.40.”
Okay – there’s a lot to love about this dream, and needless to say I started my day with laughter, but I think my favorite element is not that Saddam was alive again and personally brokering shellfish trade with my favorite record store, or even that the concept of “used shrimp” is so utterly disgusting as to be hilarious, but the fact that, in his dream, my boyfriend received and remembered such a distinct trade quote: $112.40. Not bad for a bag of second-hand, decapod crustaceans, no?
This was just after we’d been woken by our iHome. For our alarm, I have a playlist filled with classical music pieces specifically selected as the least traumatic way to start the day. One of the best is this little gem…
If I had to name my top five favorite composers of all time, Claude Debussy would be one of them. If you thought the above piece was lovely, I cannot recommend his other chamber works enough. I mean, I love everything he wrote – but his chamber pieces are what really kill me dead. Come on in to Amoeba Music Hollywood sometime and I’ll hook you up. Your life will be so much the dreamier for it.
(What he lacked in normal shaped head he made up for in lovely tunes.)
In other news, I have finally finished writing my spec script and am preparing to enter it into a couple writer’s programs. Fingers crossed. Some of you may remember me mentioning this, and that the TV show I chose to base my script on was It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia.
I love this show – enough that I’m always startled when I discover how many people still remain unaware of it. Perhaps because, in LA, we are inundated with billboards for it.
Because I am such a blockhead, I just now went on YouTube in search of clips of the aforementioned show to share with you, obviously forgetting that I already put myself through this. So, I am once again faced with offering you an alternative diversion...