Jerzei Collie's journal

Well, THAT'S one way to wake up in a good mood! I dreamed that I was watching outtakes from a movie scene involving a prayer circle. The leader was supposed to start the prayer by saying "Heavenly Mother, Heavenly Father." During the first take, the leader ad-libbed by singing the line like Allan Sherman ("Heavenly muddah, heavenly fadduh...") The actors kept cracking up during subsequent takes because that song was now stuck in their heads.

I wanted to pick up some olive oil crackers after Toastmasters today. However, I didn't know the store I planned to visit had been closed for over six months. After work tomorrow, I'll go to another location on the north end of the city.

Some of my dreams have been closely mirroring my life lately. I've had dreams about lying awake in bed, only to actually wake a while later. Other dreams involve being on my cell phone or the computer. A few non-life-related dreams actually involve me being in a public place like a club or college without any pants. In those dreams, I start to feel self-conscious and leave the area only to have my pants magically reappear. I think those dreams have to do with the anxiety I feel when out with others.

An hour ago, I made a small batch of garlic mascarpone mashed potatoes using a box of instant potatoes. They turned out much more tasty than I expected for instant food. I'll make a larger batch for the Thanksgiving dinner if no one signs up to bring mashed potatoes before then, along with the sweet potato casserole.

I actually got a good night's sleep last night (about 7.5 hours.) I also had an unusual dream about going grocery shopping with my grandmother. At the checkout, a clerk named Ralph started being rude to her and me. Ralph refused to get his supervisor when asked, so I walked over to the customer service desk, where another clerk was rude to me.

That's the Word Of The Day I picked for Friday's Toastmasters meeting. It also describes my bad luck in finding a new j0b.

I've been looking through real estate listing and satellite maps of the city to find the type of home I'd like to own eventually. I'd like one big enough to hold all my things, plus a bit extra to hold anything new I might get. I don't want it to be too big since that would be a pain to keep clean by myself. Somewhere around 1,000-1,400 square feet would be enough.

I found last month's issue of Reader's Digest on a shelf. I had opened it to the "Word Power" section to get a Word Of The Day for a previous Toastmasters meeting. The opposite page has one of the infamous "Judgment Day" ads from Family Radio. I'm amazed that this company is still in business after what they did. It's not like the 1938 "War Of The Worlds" broadcast since that at least contained announcements that it was a dramatization.

Get ready to Twitter the stars...as we play the star-studded, big-money Twitter Game PM!
( Saturday, what a day... )


Currently digesting brunch with a little help from Speedy Alka-Seltzer.

Earlier this morning, the dating service called me with another match. At least now I know I'll be available for it. The woman I met tonight was honest with me and said she wasn't interested in seeing me again. I appreciate honesty instead of the "Oh sure, you can call me," followed by endless calls to an answering machine with no response.

I took an on-and-off nap from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m., so I'll just stay up tonight before going to work. During the nap, I dreamed I was on a talk show. I admitted that I ate my mother's birthday cake, and the show host called me a cannibal. When I asked how that made me a cannibal, the host replayed my confession, but clipped the end of it off so it sounded like I said "I ate my mother."

As I've been doing for the past week or so, I woke up a few minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I turned it off, but then I fell asleep again for about 30 minutes. I normally arrive at KRCC around 4 a.m. and officially begin work at 5. I wasn't late this time, but I arrived at 4:30. Tino (the Sunday morning 2-5 DJ) is back again.

During the half-hour I was asleep, I had another strange dream. Martin Short was being interviewed about an SNL sketch involving a board game about racial harmony. He said the game originally featured playing pieces with swirls of different colors, but the producers told him to change the pieces to just black and white. Short said he refused to change them because that would have ruined the premise of the entire sketch.

I keep fantasizing about being a comedy writer and living in L.A., especially during the cold weather here. Yesterday and today were pretty nice, with temperatures in the 50s. Tomorrow and Tuesday will go back to being snowy and in the 30s and low-40s.

I finally made a "text-speak" avatar of the Shocking Blue/Bananarama tune "Venus."

I guess my brain was trying to tell me to end my nap.  I was dreaming I was at a "Weird Al" Yankovic concert wearing some sort of turban (I couldn't see it, but I could feel it.)  The theater was only about two-thirds full and half of the people seemed like they didn't want to be there.  I think I was the only person in my row who clapped after each song.  In the middle of the show, Al went around asking audience members to give him rhymes for certain words.  When he got to me, the words I came up with didn't exactly match ("pickle" as a rhyme for "timber," for example.)  After my fourth word, Al said "I think we're about to break the record tonight" (possibly meaning the record for the most stupid answers.)  That's when I woke up.