Follow Up to Weird Dream

It's too bad that this site, The Metaphysical Poll, is no longer taking submissions.

But that's right. For a while there was a series of blogs: "I Dream of Barack", "I Dream of Hillary" and "I Dream of McCain", in addition to a commentary and analysis on all these dreams called "The Metaphysical Poll Blog". People could send in their dreams of the presidential candidates. It was called the Metaphyscal Poll because it was a way to tell how you felt about the candidates, metaphysically.

Guess where I heard about it? On NPR of course. Here and Now to be specific, scroll to "Presidential Dreams."

Alas, the author has retired the site. Still, you should read the whacked out stuff that people posted. It's awesome.

Weird Dream

Today I had a dream that I met Obama and started working on his campaign. He then developed a crush on me. There was this awkward part when he had some files to give me and that's when I realized he had a crush on me. He didn't do anything about his crush except confess it to his staff people and Michelle. As a result I was moved around so that I couldn't be seen by him.
My friend from high school, Kat, and my friend from college, Emily, who are very similar people, were also working for Obama and they had met and become friends before I realized they knew each other. Then, when we all realized we were friends, we had a grande olde time. I told them about Obama's crush and they were saddened by the whole ordeal but gladdened by the fact that he was determined not to be like Clinton the First.
Thus I was reordered to moving corrugated cardboard from Old Navy to a recycling plant on an Indian reservation as part of Obama's outreach program to Native Americans. My last ON boss was there and he had ages terribly, even though he is my age. He had wrinkles and lots of grey, thinning hair around the circumference of his head. Then we watched the news about lesbian who were marathoning up a cliff in Idaho.

Dreams are awesome.

New DVD Release Review: Be Kind Rewind

All you have to say to get me to see a movie is Michel Gondry and I'm there. The Science of Sleep and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind are two of my favorites. I have to say, though, I was skeptical about Be Kind Rewind. It sounded too silly. Mos Def and Jack Black are best friends. Danny Glover is Mos Def's foster father and e owns a run down video store in Passaic, New Jersey. After a freak accident, Jack Black accidentally erases all the tapes and so they remake the movies themselves.

Sounds stupid, doesn't it? But instead, it is so sweet and fun, and really funny, too. I think it's because watching the characters remake the film is so enjoyable for the viewer. The imagination used, the capturing of our favorite scenes, the distillation of the movies we all love into cleverly recreated snippets using very low special effects and camera tricks. It's giggle-inducing. Plus there's the underlying plot about city gentrification and trying to save old neighborhoods and things like that, that are treated in ways in which they're not usually treated in movie that make you feel good after watching them.

Just like with any Michel Gondry film, there's multiple layers going on, too. It's working your senses on many levels, so watching just once isn't quite good enough and owning is well worth it, because you spot something you didn't previously, or realize something you hadn't before.

Definitely not mainstream. Definitely quirky. At times silly but quite conscious of its silliness. Totally a smile maker, though.

Diversion Time: Phantom Husbands, Robin Hood & Bad Jokes

I've been very serious on the blog lately and since it's Saturday night, it's time for some Diversions.

#1

I have decided to add another Phantom Husband to my list. I don't usually go for the adorable looking ones, Ilike my phantom husbands to look fairly rugged, if you will. But anyway, here is the latest to the ever growing list of Phantom Husbands:

Red Sox Pitcher John Lester

#2

Don't ask me why I thought of this. I know it's rather terrible. But here it is anyway: if Malcolm Jamal Warner has to do a #2 and wants to say it in a funny way, isn't it sad that his options are limited? I mean, what's he going to say, "I gotta go drop myself off"? That's not very funny now, is it?

#3

I love love love Robin Hood on BBC. It's great for those Saturday nights

I've decided to be prudent and not go out so I can stay in and do school things. And, I might go ahead and add Jonas Armstrong to the list of Phantom Husbands.

Skepticism on Army's conclusion that Durkin death was suicide

It is times like these that blogging becomes a bit worth it's independence from traditional media. With our separation comes the freedom to speculate and voice dissent.

This is an update to the Ciara Durkin story, which I have written about several time on this blog. (Past posts here.) The US Army has informed the Durkin family that their daughter, Corporal Ciara Durkin, had died because of suicide.

I don't believe it for a second. It just doesn't add up. I am skeptical and I think that the Army is covering something up. Though there's nothing concrete for me to "prove" this, it is of note that she said that if she were to die, be suspicious. Also, she had called her brother to wish him a happy birthday on the day she died. Such every day behavior on a day that she was to die by her own hand is hard to reconcile. There are so many things that leave an unsettling feeling in this story.

Here are links to the stories:

New England Cable News

Washington Post

And a link to the family's website dedicated to Ciara. At the bottom of this page is the statement about the Army's report.