This just shouldn't be

I had a dream about Stargate last night. I blame this on ivy03 mentioning it here and there over the past few days and my latent but not-powerful-enough-to-pursue interest in seeing the television show. Mostly, the dream was spawned out of sheer jealousy that some no-named actress (okay, I know, she has a name, but she's really not that famous) got to make out with James Spader. The man is a cinema slut, he makes out with every woman in like every film he's in, but this really bugs me because he was so nice in Stargate, as opposed to sleazy/psychotic James Spader in everything else. No bony hussy gets to glomp sweet!Spader while I'm around!

No, I don't remember the dream, but I do remember James Spader having very fluffy hair and being terribly upset at one point, presumably because Kurt Russell was lurking around or something.

This hallucinatory dream about a fandom I don't watch/read/keep up with is probably thanks to the Texas-sized margarita I had last night. Once again, Dallas BBQ to the rescue. The drinks there are the perfect size, as Lisa's boyfriend Andy started babbling at one point on our way home: it's enough to get you really buzzed--like kinda numb in the extremeties buzzed--but not drunk. We walked back from the restaurant to walk off the worst of it (and to save me the subway fare and burn off the calories, though I didn't mention those potential benefits when I proposed the walk), and theKathy played some Eternal Darkness from the beginning ('cause feiran's memory card got wiped by accident).

I fell asleep at some point in there, after the roommate couch-spooning (not drunk!), Lisa's China pictures slideshow (ooh, pretty rooves), giving Lisa a wedgie (I owe her another pair of underwear), and having my feet admired by my roommates (still not drunk! well, I don't think they were). Falling asleep is why I like Dallas BBQ--I needed to be put down earlier than I've been going to bed, and since I've been sleeping fitfully anyway (vacation excitement!), alcohol's effects on my sleep cycle weren't any harsher than what's been my usual of late. I went to bed at midnight and got two more hours of sleep as a result. I'll still be yawning through my day today, but after the snoozer that was yesterday, I think I'll manage.

The Joys of an iPod on 'shuffle'

I just loaded every sound file I had when I made my iTunes library. As a result, I get songs I've never listened to (ripped to mp3 for other people) interspersed with my books on tape and my AIM sounds. At one point during my lunch break, the latter two collided, and Luke Skywalker hailed Harry Potter in an exchange that couldn't reall have done anything for either of them:

"Greetings, Exalted One."
These words did nothing to raise Harry's morale.

I dunno about Mr. Potter, but if Luke Skywalker called me 'exalted one' I'd be a little more impressed.

Also thanks to the 'shuffle' function: ( The perfect River Tam song )

I am dying of boredom

Time for the movie game. Let's start with an actor first, and, because I'm reading his book, I choose you: Bruce Campbell!

(forgive the Pokemon reference, cagexxx put it in my brain)