Comments on: Where Connecticut kept her ham

By: porknbean

porknbean — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 17:43:43 +0000

Well, Dawn, you didn’t want to go into her ‘closet’ for obvious reasons. And the reference to sand could mean how you perceive her to be the shapeshifter that she is.

By: S. Weasel

S. Weasel — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 16:57:01 +0000

Sometimes it’s obvious what causes dreams — I have certain kinds of dreams I tend to have when certain kinds of real life situations present themselves (sadly, they’re almost never insightful or helpful in any way). But mostly I think dreams are just random neurons firing.

What makes them powerful is that some of those neurons are emotional. So dreams are mashing together images and emotions in random ways.

By: Muslihoon

Muslihoon — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 16:14:12 +0000

Dawn, you shall be the bane of humanity henceforth forever more, as Clinton starts hitting on anything with flowing blood.

O, how we shall remember the days when we could walk outside without fearing a smiling and flirting Clinton. For shame. (Well, all but her supposed husband, but I’m sure he would not like being cuckolded.)

Otherwise, interesting dream. What sort of sheets and towels and carpeting (as in, on the floors of her house) did she have?

By: Dawn

Dawn — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 15:20:33 +0000

I am going to tell you about my strange dream. I know how annoying this is because my teenager subjects me to this kind of torture regularly. So stop reading right now if you are just going to roll your eyes – k.
My hubby had to wake up butt early this morning which always wakes me even though he tries to be quiet. I had one of those Alice in Wonderland dreams where you are half awake-half asleep.
Hillary Clinton built a ginormous (I know that’s not a real word) house on some shore line and the rock foundation was being eroded because the sand underneath was being washed away. She was desperately trying to save her house by backfilling it with concrete. The contractor let me sneak in the front door. I wanted to see what the inside of her house looked like. The front room looked like an upscale department store, multi level with a grand staircase but the bedrooms were tiny. Her bed was unmade? I got caught trying to find a place to hide in her room. (I didn’t want to hide in her closet, whatever that means.) As Mrs. Clinton was escorting me out I apologized and said I was just curious. She asked me why people hated her. I told her that I am a Republican and she murmered “I am a Republican” in a semi smarmy tone. I told her we aren’t so bad and that she just needed to stop hating us. I gave her the advice that she just needed to flirt a little bit? On my way out the back door I saw her sitting on a small couch with a UPS driver chatting. I mouthed “perfect” and she giggled.
Weird dream.

By: Gnus

Gnus — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 15:01:07 +0000

Heh. Raised my BS meter for an instant there – the Children’s Secretary is named Ed Balls. How unfortunate.

By: S. Weasel

S. Weasel — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 11:59:30 +0000

Oh, dear lord. Faced with mounting juvenile delinquincy -- basically, teenagers wilding in the streets -- what does Britain do? Institutes parental fines and...

Meanwhile, the Government also announced today that all secondary school children will have lessons in "happiness" and emotional wellbeing to help improve discipline in the classroom. Mr Balls unveiled a £7 million-a-year initiative to expand lessons to older pupils following a successful pilot in primary schools.

The aptly named Mr Balls. ("Balls" being a Britticism for "bullshit").

By: S. Weasel

S. Weasel — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:20:13 +0000

Heh. Catching up on my blogreading (when not visiting the spacious homes of ham actors, I've been doing housey things all weekend). The Dick List found some pages of the Ebonics manual for Cops that Houston police officer is in so much hot water over. Yet more at TSG.

By: TattooedIntellectual

TattooedIntellectual — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 22:15:56 +0000

Maybe he just a got a leeetle too far into the Sherlock character.