they'd be better if they were encased in a hard candy shell... or,
served between two slabs o' shicken (it's how the boy, whom I babysat
for long ago, said it. "I want shicken and sheese!") Maybe if it was
Gummi Pork Rectum. Rectum??? Damn near killed 'em! I digress... All I
know is, my lamblets owe Uncle Pinko (a stranger who buys them candy) a
DoD... in the meantime... discuss!
I saw this in the new Archie McPhee catalog... I used to love the idea of Fizzies as a kid, even though the actual experience was usually less than satisfying. I'm thinking this experience would be even less satisfying... somewhat akin to drinking ipecac, even if the fizzing emulates frying bacon.
I've been having a recurring dream for the past 5 days... I've been trying to paint and can't. It feels like I'm painting with mittens on. I wake up feeling kind of relieved, yet still kind of panicked. I know I know how to paint better than I am in those dreams and yet, those dreams keep coming back. Even if I wake up and realize it's a dream, if I go back to sleep, I'm painting with shoes on my hands or with my eyes shut or something that keeps me from doing what I know how to do. This is obviously a reaction to last week's painting class. That one got to me, I'm still not sure why it got to me on the level it did, but my sleeping brain is still trying to file the experience away.
Last night, my dream took a turn for the bizarre! I was having the same dream, I was trying to paint with something that looked like a large bbq basting brush when someone came in the room and said he was here for his date. I had no idea who his date was until he informed me it was me!! This man did not look like my type. For that matter, I had a feeling that I was not his type. He kind of reminded me of Liza Minnelli's ex-husband... he then took off his large black and gold, rhinestone encrusted sunglasses. IT WAS LIZA MINNELLI'S ex-husband! It was David Guest!!
I was sitting very close to him, still holding my basting brush and was noticing that he was really waxy looking. He also looked like he had been spray-painted. He was talking, I don't remember about what. He seemed nice enough, but he was rambling on when I noticed a twisted bit of Kleenex sticking out of one ear. I felt kind of embarrassed for him. He must have been wiping shaving cream from his ear and some tissue got stuck. He didn't look though like he ever needed to shave. He then turned his head and I saw that he had a twisted Kleenex in his other ear. He could hear what I was saying so I'm guessing he didn't have them in there to keep out noise.
I never figured out why I was going on a date with David Guest. We never went in my dream. He just kept on talking and I just kept looking at his Kleenex-laden ears, his waxy skin and his HUGE sunglasses. I was also distracted by my bbq basting brush. I hoped that some day I would remember how to paint again.
Update: Last night was the first night where I did not have the recurring *unable to paint* dream. Apparently David Guest saved me. If you're having a recurring dream that you'd like to get rid of, might I suggest you request a dream appearance by Mr. Guest. I have no idea why it works, but apparently it does. Oh... it also could have been the fact that I finished part of a demo for my class yesterday and my weirdo brain finally remembered that I can still handle a paintbrush.
Update II: LOL!! NO!!! It was not David Guest... it was David Gest! My thanks to aif and my apologies to the late David Guest.