I had the theme to the Days of Our Lives in my head as I started this post. Who on earth knows why.
Yesterday we took Luce [sic] to Toys Backwards-R Us. I ended up spending a substantial amount of time playing Playstation 3 there. There was this game where you drive an off-road truck in Monument valley along a course that is at the edge of a huge canyon. The graphics were abso-freaking-lutely incredible. I was amazed. I kept driving off the side on purpose because it looked so nuts, even though it would always cut off and put you back on the road before you fell very far. Mel was watching and she's all "you're totally going to dream this tonight." So what did I dream? I was in a minivan (white and lame, not like my awesome silver dream-machine.) and driving up a canyon sort of like Milcreek canyon and I careened (hmm...gonna have to look that one up...wow, actually spelled it right) off the side and the minivan rolled over and over again. She was right!
Then last night I dreamt that Malcolm was driving this big cabin-cruiser boat and went really fast out of the dock and then there were islands everywhere with Mammoth sized crabs on them and they would try to snap at us as we went by.
My coworker said she dreamt the following last night "I dreamt there were all these hooligans, and they were such bad hooligans that Oprah started sending them all of her underwear everyday." I am still dying/laughing.
In 1984 my family lived in Denver, CO just for the summer. It just so happens that there was some awesome music that was really big that summer and ever since then whenever I have heard those songs they would make me think of that one summer in Denver. I think I even made a mix of denver songs for my sis. So today as I walked past the OR I heard one of them: Bruce Springsteen: Dancin' in the Dark and I felt so weird because I am here in Denver again! It's so strange trying to reconcile all of those random memories with the place I live in now. They seem like they are from alternate universes.
Speaking of music in the OR (which is operating room, but everyone knows that, don't they?) today whilst taking out a bladder tumor the song "take me out" by FF came on. I thought, "how appropriate." And I imagined the patient dreaming "I know I won't be leaving here with you," in reference to his multiple papillary WHO grade I/III TCC masses . It was a touching moment.
Note to self: When you finally get up the funds, the wherewithall, and the guts/glory to make your biopic a la Zach Braff, but with fewer awkward palm-to-father's-chest moments (see Garden State (2004)), make sure to include the scene where your daughter is rent from her mother's wound cesarean-style with a sweet series of on-the-beat still frames of her first breath and crying set to the music (which actually was playing) of the Who's Won't Get Fooled Again [specifically the part following the extended keyboard solo where mr. Roger Daltrey lets out a scream...Now all of you take a moment to imagine that exact part juxtaposed with all of the stress of watching your child being born and she's letting out her very first scream...I mean come on! This is the stuff of High School Film teachers' most joyous moments! Carter (last name?) from East High: wherever you are, you were a totally sweet film teacher.) Geez, I've used so many of these () and these [] that I don't know what I still need to close. Forget it.
Ok. Probably enough for today. I'm off to cart around my daughter and relish all of the attention that she gets. PEACE.
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