Lex Luthor Day
raddidge and I played many games of Boggle. We drove to the north side of town to patronize Whole Foods. raddidge wanted to get stuff for a witches brew. Nothing magical, purely secular, a preventative measure because she wanted to avoid coming down sick over the next couple of days.
We had a very long nap and a lovely, quiet evening. For those of you playing along at home, the dream is from the night before and not from the nap. The nap was a dreamless sleep.
Only one thing was remarkable about Sunday. I had Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone stuck in my head. Thank goodness I already had the mp3.
raddidge and I played many games of Boggle. We drove to the north side of town to patronize Whole Foods. raddidge wanted to get stuff for a witches brew. Nothing magical, purely secular, a preventative measure because she wanted to avoid coming down sick over the next couple of days.
We had a very long nap and a lovely, quiet evening. For those of you playing along at home, the dream is from the night before and not from the nap. The nap was a dreamless sleep.
Only one thing was remarkable about Sunday. I had Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone stuck in my head. Thank goodness I already had the mp3.
In Yer Dreams!
There was a show on television about my neighbors. My neighbors being these eastern Europeans living in a house with an interior painted a deep burgundy. The house was wired for webcams, they'd run around speaking their strange slavic tongue with sexual interludes.
The TV screen filled my field of vision and I was just an incorporeal observer of the show. I'd climb up the stairs, wander around hallways, peek into rooms that weren't wired with webcams and eventually found three, blue spools which had a blue dweomer. A voice told me that I had to seek a lost treasure and these three humble items would be the key to my success. The nature of the treasure was unknown to me.
My attempts to speak with the people in the house were futile. They were too busy jumping up and down, touching the sixteen foot high ceiling and basically acting like little kids. I felt a tug and I saw a pale shaft of blue light coming from that direction. The path led up the stairs which went from being a deep burgundy to mahogany to a grayish blue stone that ended at an outcropping overlooking an abyss.
Climbing high into the stormy night time sky that had a wintery cast were these thick metal poles. They weren't smooth or featureless but molded like a totem pole of terrified faces. Some of the eye sockets held flickering candles. When the camera drew back, I saw that these were part of the facade for a stranger tower carved into the side of the mountain. Two enormous stone heads which were about two stories high rose into the mists. Each represented a famous samurai from world history. At the top was another samurai face, more fearsome than the rest, its face hidden behind a rusting bronze gate. Within the gate were torches and a few skulking shadows.
The spools came in very handy, when I dropped one on the ground I could step on it and get a leg up to the first enormous face. Each was used up by the time I arrived at my destination. The gates creaked open with a sense of menace. My mind played a scenario where I entered the gate, the doors swung shut and trapped me against these rough, iron spikes coated with ancient and potent poison. Eventually I parlayed with the final carving to pass without harm.
Waiting for me in the darkness was a small, steamer trunk. Within I found a small, white Yorkshire terrier who had a stubby horn growing out of her head. A unicorn! As she ran off into the darkness, yapping her fool head off, I rummaged through the chest and found various nostalgic pictures of the small unicorn dog with her former owners. Other items didn't survive my memory but the photos seemed to be the most valuable treasure.
The TV screen filled my field of vision and I was just an incorporeal observer of the show. I'd climb up the stairs, wander around hallways, peek into rooms that weren't wired with webcams and eventually found three, blue spools which had a blue dweomer. A voice told me that I had to seek a lost treasure and these three humble items would be the key to my success. The nature of the treasure was unknown to me.
My attempts to speak with the people in the house were futile. They were too busy jumping up and down, touching the sixteen foot high ceiling and basically acting like little kids. I felt a tug and I saw a pale shaft of blue light coming from that direction. The path led up the stairs which went from being a deep burgundy to mahogany to a grayish blue stone that ended at an outcropping overlooking an abyss.
Climbing high into the stormy night time sky that had a wintery cast were these thick metal poles. They weren't smooth or featureless but molded like a totem pole of terrified faces. Some of the eye sockets held flickering candles. When the camera drew back, I saw that these were part of the facade for a stranger tower carved into the side of the mountain. Two enormous stone heads which were about two stories high rose into the mists. Each represented a famous samurai from world history. At the top was another samurai face, more fearsome than the rest, its face hidden behind a rusting bronze gate. Within the gate were torches and a few skulking shadows.
The spools came in very handy, when I dropped one on the ground I could step on it and get a leg up to the first enormous face. Each was used up by the time I arrived at my destination. The gates creaked open with a sense of menace. My mind played a scenario where I entered the gate, the doors swung shut and trapped me against these rough, iron spikes coated with ancient and potent poison. Eventually I parlayed with the final carving to pass without harm.
Waiting for me in the darkness was a small, steamer trunk. Within I found a small, white Yorkshire terrier who had a stubby horn growing out of her head. A unicorn! As she ran off into the darkness, yapping her fool head off, I rummaged through the chest and found various nostalgic pictures of the small unicorn dog with her former owners. Other items didn't survive my memory but the photos seemed to be the most valuable treasure.
Lex Luthor Day
For those of you who are ignorant, Monday is Lex Luthor Day. My father told me about this amazing man, Luthor's achievements and everything which sparked the United States Congress to enact this federal holiday. It was a dark time where humanity was held by terror under the sway and whim of superhumans. Whether these individuals were out to control the world or simply wanted to save us from countless doomsdays in dangerously apocalyptic battles, humanity needed it find its own path without these latter day gods.He bravely pursued the creation of artificial kryptonite and ran for President. To count all of his achievements would take up too much space. The greatest of his acts was nailing his 95 Theses to the front door of the Justice League's headquarters on October 31st, 1965.
Lex Luthor was cowardly assassinated by Batman in 1968. After Luthor's demise, he was widely defamed in the media especially the comic book publications which are funded by superheroes and superhero-friendly organizations. Mr. Luthor would've remained a subject of ridicule, constantly saddled with the outrageously imbecilic character of Otis, if it wasn't for the Reagan administration passing the Mutant Registration Act and acknowledging Lex Luthor's contributions to humanity.
Truly an American icon.
