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If Natalie can tell you about her bad dreams, so can I!

Okay, so there were two of them. One was a pretty standard bad dream. The other is a bad dream because it made me think there is something wrong with my psychologically. You get to decide which is which.

1. Someone broke into the house and stole all the cool stuff – the computers, the television, anything electronic. At some point during the dream it went from being our house to this sort of condo complex that was under construction, and apparently the door being open for the workers was the security flaw. I woke up thinking “Man, I really need to do another backup on the laptop hard drive.”

2. I was writing a screenplay. Actually, it was going to be The Beverly Hillbillies reconfigured as a dark, serious drama. Same characters, but none of the funny (I mean, if you thought the original was funny. And not funny in a “why does the lesbian secretary have a thing for Jethro?” way.)

So I woke up trying to figure out if it’s a brilliant idea to take old sitcoms and turn them into dramas or not. I have no idea what the licensing would be like, but it’s an interesting though. But the Beverly Hillbillies? Yeesh.

I realized that DirecTV’s Freeview channel was showing Blue Man Group’s “The Complex” in concert…oh my God, I could watch them for hours and hours. If I could see a Stomp/Blue Man Group double-bill, I could die happy.

So now I have the show and the songs (specifically the one Dave Matthews does on the CD) stuck in my head – which means it’s pretty bouncy and happy in there. I just think it’s cool that we got to see an hour and a half of this excellent show for free! I realize it’s a marketing dealie for BMG, but hey, I’m now going to buy the CD, so I think it’s a pretty successful marketing campaign.

“If I sing a song, will you sing along?

Or should I just keep singing right here by myself? “

Are we expecting a blizzard? The first sign of trouble was the total chaos in the parking lot. I grabbed a cart that was in the corner of the space I grabbed. Good thing, because when we got inside the store there were no carts to be found. And people standing there dumbly waiting for someone to magically hand one to them. I smirked at one woman, because I had watched her walk by the one that was in “my spot” and I had silently cursed her for not taking it and making it easier for me to park. I don’t get people who don’t grab a cart out of the middle of the lot on the way in. Do yourself and everyone a favor and pitch in.

I should have turned around when I saw the lines, but sometimes when the lines are horrendous, by the time you’re done shopping, things are back to normal. Well not so today. In fact, some women had apparently formed some little pre-line line. I didn’t know that’s what it was so I walked by it. I’ve shopped at that store for over 10 years now, this was something I had never seen before. Some older woman yelled at the guy behind me that there was a line. I can’t repeat what he muttered under his breath.

Oh well, we got out with our lives and a hundred dollars worth of food that probably won’t even make meals for the rest of the week. I have a bad habit of not wanting to make dinner, so I don’t buy stuff I need to make dinner. But I’m aware of it, so that’s half the solution to the problem, right?

Start by saying “diet be damned” and have donuts for breakfast. You heard me. Extra points if you live near a Krispy Kreme, which I do not.

I’ll let you know about the rest once I figure it out.

More rain. We’re headed out to Target in a few minutes to look through the new DVDs. I read that The Point (11 bucks at Amazon), Harry Nilsson’s wonderful cartoon about Oblio the round-headed kid came out last week or the week before. Junior is filling his morning with cartoons based on video game characters. The Sonic one was decent, but the Kirby one reminds me (in a scary way) of the old Pac-Man cartoon. Luckily, Marty Ingalls doesn’t do any voices.

Which reminds me, we had a conversation about the full-length cartoon All Dogs Go To Heaven, which the three kids were watching at my mom’s house. I want to know who thought Burt Reynolds as a dead dog obsessed with gambling was a good idea for a kid’s movie. I’m picturing shades of The Producers – “we’ll pitch the worst cartoon ever, nobody will buy it but we’ll meet our requirement for movie ideas for the studio.” “Ya! Let’s have the dead dog try to build a casino with a big bar in the middle with his track winnings!! Kids love alcohol and gambling!”

And yet, they do like it, because the little orphan girl is cute (she looks like my niece) and well, dogs are cool. But cripes, what the hell were they thinking?