Though I am not yet out of detention, I had no choice but to sneak in here & drop a line.
You see, far too frequently my dreams consist of things like being attacked by zombie coke-heads, or traversing befuddling, multi-acre carnivals, or attempting to repair car engines (I don't know a carburetor from an oil cap), but last night I had two distinct & very fun dreams, which had me awake, and ready to feast upon the flesh of Rupert Murdoch after an amount of slepp that would ordinarily have me mumbling for the blood of something you couldn't quite make out through the slurring, but you know damn well it ain't good.
The first was that I was back in Vegas with Mrs. Dr. Rev., & Arlette & Justin checked into the room next to ours. We proceeded to spend the week shit-faced drunk, together. Nothing particularly deep on the surface there, it was just an uncharacteristically fun dream.
The second involved creating such a stir with a new "Online Community/Networking site" that it managed to shut out MySpace. Now, I'm aware that this sounds a bit peculiar, as I have a MySpace profile, and I'm on it frequently. However, I've become increasingly uneasy with it since the NewsCorp buyout, and their alterations of the user agreement, which allows them unfettered access to all words, images, music, video, and anything else we post, and grants them absolute rights to use it anywhere they like, worldwide, without express permission, for whatever purpose strikes them.
When a grumpy bastard wakes up feeling empowered, it's a good day for everyone else to stay inside.
That said, my day will likely consist of little more than working on my webiste, and taking The Punk & The Dr. to see X3.
Not much in the way of follow through, but I suspect that the best revolutions are the little ones, where we live the best life we can.
I am also needing to send big love to Heidi, who has got to be the biggest sweetie ever. I went to get my mail yesterday & I had two DVDs & a CD from my Amazon wishlist waiting for me, along with a lovely note. Thank you so much, Heidi. The Dr. said, "I know you're not one for cards, but we'll have to send a thank you note."
I told her I was on it.
Thank you.
