Here Endth the Blog

You know when you've got the kids in the nest and they're flying off ... wait, no ...

You know when you promise something and can't close the deal? ("I used to be in blogs. It's a tough racket." -chug-)

I'm just not keeping up on this blog and I've decided that the odd, random celeb dream can go on the second blog as an aside or something. But I'm one of those sentimental types. This was my first blog, it was the one where I learned how to change the template, the one I made my own ... and I have a hard time letting it go. So until I can figure out a way to move it over en masse to L'il Hateful, I'll leave it up for the odd walk down memory lane.

Cah ... I was so excited about the name too --- "What the?" With the url of ohfortheluvva ... it was the finest work I had ever done ... or at least in the top 20.

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Sixty-Eight: I don't see a problem, lads

I'm on a space mission with Jude Law and Van Heflin. Our rocket [one quick digression: I don't know what shape the rocket was because we were inside, so none of that naughty analysis ... at least not yet) Our rocket is traveling through the atmosphere of Neptune and it's really bumpy. There's a weird layer of space dust and wayward planets circling Neptune (the rings, perhaps), which is making the journey a super drag. Instead we head on to Venus, because I've heard that the atmosphere on Venus is the same as Earth and maybe we can do some exploring.

Well, anyone who knows their way around sci-fi knows that Venus is run by women and we're immediately taken to their underground city. The queen of Venus [who is unrecognizable, but one would assume she'd be Linda Carter ... or thereabouts] tells us how it is on her planet: "Unlike your Earth, men are the servants here." Jude and Van are quickly clapped in irons, which they think is pretty unfair. Not only that, but I'm regarded as an Einstein that can instruct the women of Venus in the ways of physics, etc ... I've never felt so appreciated! I mean, I like Jude and Van, and I make a half-assed attempt at solidarity ("I'll see what I can do, but it's probably better to lay low for now. Don't you think?"), but the idea of going back into that spaceship to be treated as the token chick and then return to Earth! No way ...

The men are led away, and, in that weird time travel of dreams, it's suddenly days later and I'm called down to the "dungeon" where it turns out Jude and Van were caught attempting to escape. On top of this, the punishment for slaves escaping is they have to be scarred around the eyes with a thin knife. This is done, with some regret, by Liam Neeson. "It's the rules," he says. They look at me, the lines around their eyes starting to scar already ... it just makes my lack of action look really bad. "Sorry, guys," I tell them. "I just don't think it's a good time to leave is all." And I go back to my plush living quarters, wondering if it's a conflict of interest if they allow me to have Jude for a slave...

Sixty-Seven: Look, I am your father

This is getting really hard to keep track of now that school is keeping me up nights [bumper sticker idea: I was a whiney little bitch on ohfortheluvva.blogspot.com]. I don't know how the kids do it with the drinking and the fratting and what have you.

This means I have only bits and pieces again. I know I KNOW ... I suck

- I spent an entire dream driving around some desert town with Obi Wan Kenobi and Princess Leia. We were trying to find a safe spot for Leia to give birth -- and before you all (all of you all) start telling me that it was Princess other-one-Natalie-Portman-one, I'm going to tell you right now that it was Carrie Fisher, okay. Not the other one. Although it was Ewan McGregor and not Alec Guinness [not that I wouldn't dream about Alec Guinness, but more often than not I happen to dream about Ewan McGregor]. But I digress. So we're trying to avoid Darth Vader, who's literally about a block away every time we stop, but then I start thinking ... if this is Leia and he's her father, but he knows about the baby, but he died at the end of the Jedi thing ... then maybe this is Natalie Portman, except that if it is Darth Vader than he's the father and maybe he has every right to be there at the birth unless it is Leia, but then wouldn't Han Solo want to be there and not Obi Wan ... or maybe Chewie ...

I woke up needing aspirin.

- Last night I was spending time at a Venice, Italy resort with Claire and Sayid. Turns out everyone is rescued from the island and Oceanic Airlines has settled big with the survivors, so there's a lot of holiday spending money. When I enter the hotel lobby Claire and Sayid (who have hooked up ... don't know what happened to Shannon and Charlie ... unless they hooked up) are at the front desk asking for a room with a jacuzzi tub, champagne and a lobster dinner. (Come on, with the monster and the button pushing, Oceanic Air owes these people.) Sayid suggests a movie projector as well, but I'm not entirely sure what he intends to do with it.