Do you ever have dreams that you've turned into fiction? There have been nights I've had dreams, thought, wow, that would make a good book or written part of it down, only to wake up the next morning and say to myself, WTF was I thinking?
Last night was different. I pulled a Stephenie Meyer. Last night I slept like shit. Had nightmares all night that had me screaming myself awake. Dreams so real I could feel them.
But then I had another dream. A very vivid dream based on racial tension, taboo relationships, and injustice.
It was so good, I even wrote down the dream in my dream?!?! Seriously. When I woke up I was like, damn! I didn't really write that down. And I quickly grabbed a pen and notebook because the idea was already fleeting.
I think I got it all down. This idea is so good, I'm considering putting everything else aside to start it.
You ever have fictional revelations like that? When do you usually get them?
What am I referring to you ask? Is it the fact that so many were glued to their sets to watch the royal wedding? That people are actually paying to go see Charlie Sheen speak? That Birthers STILL don't believe Obama is American even though he produced his birth certificate?
Bringing sexy back
No. That is NOT what I'm referring to, though any of the above would make a fantastic blog post *makes notes for next week* I'm referring the the travesty that took place on national television last night. Casey Abrams was voted off of Idol last night.
Um, what?
Most of these people suck
Casey was a judge favorite and probably the most talented person to ever set foot on the idol stage. Disagree with me? Fine. He's a singer, songwriter, musician. You cannot debate the fact that he has an awesome voice. No matter what he sings (aside from maybe Smells Like Teen Spirit) he has made me swoon. He brought sexy back to the upright bass. He scats like mad. Rough around the edges, sure, but expendable? Not even close.
My idol obsession
He's got more style than Jacob, more versatility than Scotty, more experience than Lauren, and he growls better than Haley (I love Haley too, but not as much as Casey). And he . . . uh . . . well, comparing him to James would be like comparing apples to oranges. Can't do it. (and now that Casey is gone, James is a shoo in to win. If he doesn't I may just boycott Idol fooooorrrreeevvvvvverrrrrr)
However, there is no doubt in my mind Casey will get a recording contract. And I'll be first in line at the iTunes store (figuratively) to buy his stuff.
meh.
Friday Nibbles:
Random Pandora (iPod is dead) Shuffle Song: In the Waiting Line by Zero 7
Book of the Week: Hard choice, I hit the Borders sale yesterday. I think I'm going to go with Kristina McBride's, The Tension of Opposites. Been wanting to read it for awhile.
Movie of the Week: What is a movie? Kidding, let's go with another purchase from Borders, Blood and Chocolate.
Quote of the Week: "Wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair and all the terrible things that happen to us, come because we actually deserve them? So now I take comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the Universe." ~ Marcus Cole
Random Thought (this is new, I'll tell you some of the weird crap that comes from my head): I dreamt about zombies last night and now I think I'm going to write a zombie book.
. Been wanting to read it for awhile.
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