Showing posts with label strange dreams indeed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strange dreams indeed. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

An update...

...for our four readers out there! A shout out to all of you!

I have suffered from blogging burnout. It's temporary, and I should be back typing away when I get this stick out of my ass shortly.

Random thoughts and things I should go ahead and let y'all know...

There is now a future Mrs. Nigel. Yeah, hard to believe that there is a woman out there who can meet my impossibly high standards (she has to like me). And I have hit the future wife lottery. The future Mrs. Nigel is MUCH too pretty for a slob like me, and...believe me I am struggling with this reality...she totally digs on me. And most of all...she loves football!

How could I not marry that woman?

No...really. She exists. I promise it. In fact, I've shared her photo with a few of my blogging buddies...will y'all vouch for me? Someone? Anyone?

Because unlike this blogger, I don't make stuff up just to get attention.

Now about "Kaylee"...I fell for her "plight" hook, line and sinker. I've spent hours praying for her, and I've linked her twice. And now I don't know what I should be feeling. Should I feel pity for her because her life is so pathetic that she needs to create such amazing dramas...and her grasp of reality will soon be wasted because the New York Times will not be around to offer her employment? Should I feel anger because I was duped like libtards who thought Obama really meant that "hope and change" thing?

Or should I suggest her to The Atlantic...since her bullshit is actually more reality-based than theirs is?

(Time out whilst I adjust that stick...)

I don't talk about this much...and Lord knows I should...but I am an evangelical Christian. Yeah...I know...my witness as it pertains to this blog pretty much sucks. Still, I have my strong beliefs in Jesus and the Bible. Which is why this doesn't scare me at all. Because this is what is supposed to happen. Israel and Iran going to slug it out soon? You bet your ass they will.

(A shout out to Yiddish...hey bro, ain't no separation of church and blog here, but when it comes to Armageddon I'm getting behind a Jew until Jesus hauls my butt out of here. Cuz' I know God has your back.)

If Sarah Palin doesn't pick Bobby Jindal as her running mate in 2012, she'd be foolish not to pick this guy:



On college football: This BCS thing sucks. I can't think of a single reason why Oklahoma is playing for a national championship while Texas is playing a crappy Fiesta Bowl against Ohio State. Obama is in favor of a playoff system for college football. I might actually vote for him in 2012 if he makes that happen.

OK, but let's say for argument's sake that Texas screwed themselves out of playing for that championship by losing to Texas Tech. Fine. Why the hell aren't they playing Alabama in the Sugar Bowl? If the entire purpose of this BCS bullshit was to create the best games, then why not actually do that?



So what fueled this little outburst? Insomnia. I'm not worried about an Obama Presidency, or the world's economy completely falling apart, or a fighter jet dropping on my house...

Nope. Primarily what is keeping me up is last night's dream where I was in Rupert Holmes' band. I am not making that up. Of course I could have had a dream I was in a cool band like Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers or Men Without Hats...but no. Rupert Freakin' Holmes. You know...this one-hit wonder:



Tell me that wouldn't keep you up.

Oh. And about 15 Coke Zeros today.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Smoke in my brain?

Last night I dreamed that Scarlett Johansson wanted to marry me, but I kept rejecting her.

Yeah, right:


Most peculiar mama. OK, got to go clean all of these black boogers out of my nose...

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Nobody told me there'd be dreams like these...



Strange dreams indeed:



Last night I dreamed that I was playing basketball and New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson was on my team.



Instead of a ball, we were using a stapler.



Every time I passed Richardson the ball/stapler, he dropped it. After a few possessions, he was begging me not to pass the ball/stapler to him again.



The ball/stapler didn't dribble very well.



Most peculiar, mama...

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Nobody told me there'd be dreams like these

Strange dreams indeed:

Last night I dreamed a good actress friend of mine handed me a birthday cupcake in the middle of her performance.

The candle was a lit cigarette.

Most peculiar, Mama...

(with apologies to John Lennon)