Diana! Venga!
I think I’m becoming a beach person. I spent from 9:30-3:30 on the beach both Saturday and Sunday. During the day, when the sun is shining, everyone one is happy at the beach. Children run and play, people smile, and the sounds of the surf are accented by the sounds of children playing. Mix that with a large Dunky’s iced coffee, a good book, and a generous slathering of sunblock, and the day gets very close to perfect.

And if the traffic gods smile on this perfect day, I park for free.

Movie Reviews #126405
Serendipity (Chick Flick): John Cusack plays one of those screwed up puppy dog guys that chicks love, and bla bla bla. I don’t really remember it, but it was pretty good. I say B.

Kill Bill II (Action): If Serendipity was for the girl, Kill Bill 2 was for the boy. There was action, grossness, and plenty of squinty-eyed tough guys. If Kill Bill 1 was a Kung Fu tribute, this was more of a trubute to the american western. For all the kick ass action, and for putting a real live Delorean in the background of a shot for no other reason than style, this gets an A-.

Superstition Ain’t the Way I
Last night I had a nightmare where there were spiders and snakes all over the ground, and I couldn’t get to my shoes. All around me were old graves, but the stones were containers holding human ashes. When the wind kicked up the ashes blew into the air. I somehow got into a Cadillac and drove to some friends house, but they lived on the edge of a swamp. I drove the car out onto a rickety pier, and was concerned that the car was going to fall in, so I backed it into the mud a little.

My GF and I got out of the car and went to the shack where my friend’s lived, but once they let us inside, I realized that they all looked different and had horrible teeth. There was an old lady with way too much makeup sitting on the couch with them, but she walked out of the room when I showed up.

Suddenly, I was sitting on a bench in another room of the shack with my GF, and the daylight was streaming through a picture window behind us. There was a piano in the room and a few people mulling about. Then my grandmother showed up (she’s been dead for more than 10 years). She looked great, but her face was stuck in a smile from an old picture we have of her.

When I jumped up to greet her, she whisked me across the room and started asking all sorts of questions about what sort of woman my GF is. I extolled her virtues and practically gushed to her about how great my GF is until she seemed satisfied with my answer. Then, my grandmother and I danced. Suddenly, I was observing the scene, and my grandfather walked between the observation point and the dancers. He was sullen, but blank, and once off camera, he was gone.

Ok, now the strange part. In my dreams, my grandmother is the harbinger of death. When I dream of her, I get the feeling that someone is going to die. It’s one of the few superstitions that I have tried to shake, but can’t. I think it’s because I called her out of the blue a week before she died suddenly of an aneurism, and when one of her sisters died, I dreamed of my grandmother laying in bed with beam of blue light joining her body and head instead of a neck.

So, for a week after I have these dreams, I wait for the other shoe to drop before dismissing it.

Superstition Ain’t the Way II
From a deleted scene in Serendipity, I give you this:

Close your eyes. Because you are still reading, you’ve proven that you are horrible at instructions, so let’s start over. I want you to imagine a desert. In the desert there is a cube. Close your eyes for a few seconds and really picture it before you move on. Do it this time.

You should now have an idea of the size of the cube, what it’s made of, and where it’s located in relation to the sand. Let’s move on.

In the desert there is also a ladder. Close your eyes for a few seconds and picture the ladder.

You now know what it’s made of, you know it’s position, you know it’s size. You have visualized the ladder.

In your desert there is now also a horse. Close your eyes and visualize the horse.

To find out what in the hell this all means, hold your mouse over each of the following: The Cube, The Ladder, and The Horse.

My cube was made of metal, regular sized and hovering a foot off the ground. My ladder was wooden and like a magic trick, wasn’t leaning on anything. The horse ran right between the observer and the cube really quickly.

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