digitaldiscipline ◾ ◾ Bleh

Asian burgers with radishes & five minutes of some CSI-type show make for annoying, fucked up dreams.

As K pointed out, on either of the last two evenings with my folks around, there has been more broadcast tv shown in our house than during any given week since their last visit. Dancing with the fucking Stars, Jeopardy, whatever cop drama that was.... GUH. I retaliated by putting on Nat'l Geo's thing on the King Cobra, with a side of Ken Burn's "The War" documentary, just for a break.

FTR, "The War" is some serious shit. It should be played nonstop for every chickenhawk motherfucker who thought, or thinks, that the current war was anything but a stupid fucking idea.

But, yeah - in front of the two protagonists of that show, I ended up beating some supporting actor all night in the rain until he was smurf-fucker blue and had no teeth left, but wasn't quite dead. Then I went to lunch with them and spent the meal pulling my own teeth out.

In unrelated dream news, K was adamant about wanting me to knock her up. (This has been independently dispelled as completely unrealistic by the real-waking-world K, thank goodness.) Errr.... yeah. No.

What the fuck.

Anyways.... can't wait for vacation to get here. Not a moment too goddamned soon.