Money or Honey?

This week's most recent amazing blast from the past: Spy Game, not the movie, but an ABC show that tickled my fancy with its humor and theme. The incident that striked this glimpse into my long term memory? My roommate simply stating that, whilst watching Alias and after viewing countless episodes of Chuck, she loves spy shows. It's amazing what thirteen years of absence can do to one's memories, not to mention the change of perspective on viewing this short-lived program, though I have barely finished one episode, and only two to my knowledge are posted online. Not to mention, my 11-year old self, as boy crazy as it was, could not appreciate the wit and physical attraction of Linden Ashby that my 24-year old self is immediately smitten by at first (or second?) glance.



My roommate asked me for money. She was actually asking me for honey. I don't think I hear well when I'm feeling this way.

And the train of thought that occurs when wanting to record Goodfellas after watching the most recent episode of Community based heavily on this movie? Yes, I did. This is the same train of thought that got me to watch Life As A House again after viewing trailers for A Nightmare On Elm Street, and American Beauty after watching Family Guy's parody of the plastic bag blowing in the wind caught on film. Could I be going crazy? That's a potential blog post for another day.

All I Do Is Dream

The Everly Brothers have been on repeat in my mind, and on my laptop, for the last several minutes. I keep having certain dreams that make wonder whether they are merely screams from my subconscious, desires I dare not echo in public, or occurances waiting to happen. I might just have a wild imagination, with a strong emphasis on the "wild", but what is it about dreams? Why do some dreams just stick to one's thoughts while others are forgotten soon after waking up? Why are some dreams only dreamt once, some twice, some on continual repeat, some on shuffle mode? Why are some in color or black and white? What about point of view, seeing through the eyes of oneself or as someone else or another party in no way involved with the current events? How can some dreams appear so transparent and untouchable as if it were only a movie, and other dreams so vivid and realistic from the smell of the atmosphere to the density of the surrounding matter to the texture of a person's skin?

I have come to the conclusion that not only should I start deciphering these bizarre recurring images that visually stimulate my dreams, I should also write what I dream about as soon as I wake up.

What also amuses me relating to this is that the remake of A Nightmare On Elm Street is opening next week. I, for one, will not be watching, but the trailer for the original film looks a lot scarier than the plethura of trailers swamping television commercials and Youtube for this somewhat anticipated and heavily fan debated remake. Perhaps it's partially due to the empathy that the viewer may have on Freddy Kreuger after watching the first 45 seconds of the trailer? Oh well, that's Hollywood.