Confessions of a One-Track Mind

But seriously? This is a big kid's toy, not something for children. $900 for a Bauhaus dollhouse? That's not quite up there with $265K for a stuffed palomino, but still.

A really cool example of something for people with more money than they know what to do with.


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Tonight has been seriously excellent. I sauteed the ground beef, peppered it liberally, threw in a well-drained can of 'shrooms, let everything get heated through, then added that jar of alfredo sauce. It was heavenly over noodles.

Consumed it during the season premiere of Criminal Minds. Is it spoilery to say that if Garcia looks good in that shade of green, it should look good on me, too? sbjb claims that every time I use my Garcia icon, she thinks it's me. Really? It's a fairly fab compliment, although I wish I had her budget for eyewear and accessories. That shade of red lipstick doesn't work on me, though. I've tried Siren Red and it makes my teeth look like old piano keys.

Followed that with the series premier of Eastwyck. I didn't have very high expectations---the last TV witch I liked was Willow, and I hated the movie---but I actually loved it. The three witches are all distinct characters, and Daryl VanHorn, the Jack Nicholson part, is played with verve by Paul Gross. I must've missed his name in the credits, because I spent five minutes scowling at the screen going, "Who the fuck is that, I know I know him?!" and then OMGWTFBBQBenton Frazer?! Due South fans, you've GOT to see this. (karaokegal, you might want to check it out too, because for two or three of those five minutes, I was ready to swear he was channeling John Barrowman. I'm just sayin'....)

Another odd sense of familiarity about Eastwyck comes from the backgrounds. I will swear on an issue of Architectural Digest that they've recycled the sets and scenery from Gilmore Girls. Aside from revamping the town square with an ostentatious fountain, it sure as hell LOOKS like Star's Hollow. I think I also spotted Lorelei's staircase and the dining room from the Dragonfly Inn. (Aha! Browsed IMDb, and I am RIGHT! I like being right. Even if it's a teeny little detail like backgrounds.)

Tomorrow, there will be fresh beautifully damaged Winchesters to play with. *happy sigh* Life is good, at least for now.

Cruised Wal*mart last night for a few things...came home, finally got to sleep, woke up before 9 AM, which seems to be happening a lot lately. If not for the fact that that's less than six hours of sleep, I wouldn't mind, but if I'm over-tired, I get cranky with the customers, and that's a Bad Thing. So I made myself catch another couple hours, and now I'm dain-bramaged.

You know those sleeping pill commercials with Abe Lincoln and the beaver (or groundhog, or whatever the fuck it's supposed to be)? I don't have dreams like that. I may have recurring scenarios, but the only times I have recurring characters, they're either people I know, or actors, which is kinda the same thing....

With me, though, I dream PLACES. Very seldom do I dream about the places as they appear in waking life---the Staten Island in my dreams is much different from the suburbia I lived in in the 60's. Last night, I dreamed about going back there, and how the block I grew up on had changed, how the wooded vacant lots I played in as a child were either built up with tacky businesses, or were sterile moonscape strewn with pebbles, an ominous mist veiling nearby buildings. Creepy.

I dream of big houses, usually full of antiques...rustic houses with exposed beams and fireplaces, grand houses with carved woodwork, labyrinths of rooms wrapping around like a chambered nautilus. Sometimes there are streets of Victorian homes, with variations in architecture and gingerbread, sometimes the neighborhood I'm in now shifts around, sometimes I'm visiting one of my aunts (all long dead), sometimes it's antique or book stores.

Common folklore says that we only use 10% of our brains...I think that the other 90% of mine has been quietly taking notes about decor and architecture---from life and books and media---and when I'm sleeping, it comes out to play with it.

And yeah, I know I'm weird.