look at me pour our my soul in some other's kitchen, now

[primroseburrows]

I was back in high school (I think, it could have been college), and I was in this math class that I thought was really interesting (see, this is how I know it's a dream, because, um). I'd been talking to the teacher before and he was enthusiastically telling me all about the intricacies and whatnot of said class. Well. I went to the class, and it had only been going on for a few minutes when the teacher threw me out. "You're excused", he said, and when I asked why he told me that basically I wasn't interested or smart enough for the class. I protested and said that I was actually enjoying the class, and that my math grades had been good last year (remember, this is a dream, y0).

So, anyway, he threw me out, and then later I was telling someone, I'm not sure who it was, all about the Ordeal. We were in the kitchen of the house in Massachusetts where I grew up. My nephew Jonathan was there, and he was agreeing with me for some reason that had to do with commiserating about ADD. So this teacher guy (who looked a LOT like Colm Fiore, go figure) was also in the room, so I grabbed his arm and started saying stuff like "Tell my mother why you kicked me out of class". The person he started talking to wasn't my mother; she was some blonde woman in her forties I'd never seen before.

While they were talking I went into another room (I can't remember what I did there), and when I came back, this woman told me "The reasons you were thrown out were all about looks and control". I started saying something about yeah, it was control all right, but I didn't know about looks, and she interrupted with "no, I meant he was right". So I started yelling at her, saying she didn't even know me, and who was she anyway, she didn't know me any better than the teacher since I'd just met her that day (apparently she was my stepmother. Dreams, geez.) Now that I think of it, she looked like Ellen Tigh from BSG, which I'd just watched before bed, so that explains that part.

I was woken up by something outside, I guess, so I don't know how it ended, but my first thought when I was not-quite-awake was that I was going to take the issue to the principal, the superintendent and even the US government, because I'd been wronged, dammit. Um. Yay, dreams?

And then to top everything off, my morning netsurf came up with this, which is also weird as heck but also all cracked-out satirical and made my entire day (the reasons for which probably don't need exploring at this juncture because it'd be way too scary):

True Patriot Love by glossing

Past Shawinigan, the Trans-Canada Highway is deserted. Beneath the bloody sky - and that's not really metaphorical, as the sky had been dripping A+, half-coagulated, for a week now - a massive van, crazy-quilted with rust and the remains of various paintjobs, clatters and huffs its way east. It has the lane to itself as it rat-a-tats across the cracked asphalt, swerves to avoid remnants of the undead hordes, and guzzles gas like nobody's business.

This van is the last, shaky vessel of Can-Con. And it's running as fast as it can.

No, really, it's a whole new genre: pseudo-RPF political/satirical crackfic. I was hooked at the first line of the disclaimer: "Dude, *of course* this is made up. I swear on Stephen Harper's Evil Hidden Agenda".

All right, all right, it's been a weird morning, okay? Hmmph.

Now I need coffee and food. I have to drive to New Hampshire this evening. Ellen is feeling fine and dandy, thank you, and even goes up hills without complaining. Yay for the car doctor!

In completely other (non)news, Jimmy Rankin's voice breaks me. Guh.

Oh, here, see for yourself: Jimmy Rankin - Colorado

Comments

[topaz7.livejournal.com]

What a weird and depressing way to begin your day! With rejection and stuff. Wonder if you're worrying about work or something. *pats primrose*.

The last bit of dream I remember was digging in to a chocolate sponge cake with chocolate sauce and raspberries. I woke up just as I was about to taste it. :o(


True Patriot Love by glossing

Will have to investigate - thanks for the recommendation. Sounds right up my alley.

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

You'll probably get more in-jokes than I will. It's hysterical, truly.

[topaz7.livejournal.com]

It WAS!

"Brains, umm..."

Alas, poor Paul! LOLOL! I thought of you, primrose.

Actually, I was sadder about Rick Mercer. HOW could she get rid of him so cavalierly? *sniff*

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

I like this:
"The engine's quavering drone nearly drones out the sound of Gordon's knitting needles in the seat beside him. Almost, but not quite. Gordon's fingers blur and the needles click-clack as he works a complicated Fair Isle pattern and hums an old shanty." Such an image.

Actually, I was sadder about Rick Mercer. HOW could she get rid of him so cavalierly? *sniff*

His demise is probably what made all hell broke loose. With Rick gone, there's nobody to do the Rant, which of course just HAS to be what held the country together. *rends garments*

[topaz7.livejournal.com]

Yes, and later he's doing something with embroidery thread?

He was working an intricate embroidery pattern at the time and pulled tight the red silk thread, snapping it for emphasis.

Great pairing for femslash, too. Nuff said there. ;)

I'm going to need a Rick Mercer icon. Another hour of my life to be used up by LJ. Damn you, LJ!

And I haven't even got to the Jimmy Rankin tune yet. You sure pack a lot into an LJ entry, Primrose. I love your posts.

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

Great pairing for femslash, too. Nuff said there. ;)

At least it provides aesthetically pleasing visuals. Um.

I'm going to need a Rick Mercer icon. Another hour of my life to be used up by LJ. Damn you, LJ!

I was just thinking that! Yes, I do need a life, why do you ask?

You sure pack a lot into an LJ entry, Primrose. I love your posts.

Really? Usually I figure everyone will think, OMG, what a dork she is and then back up veeeerrrry sloooowly.

[tapped-trish.livejournal.com]

I tried to email this to you but it came back delivery failure. I guess you have a new email address.

Caleb's graduation is on May 6th at 11am at the RI Convention Center. For a party for him seeing that he is going to set the precident for the rest of the family would you rather see the family and close friends going out to a nice dinner or a BBQ with everyone? Or any other suggestions that you might be interested. I really wouldn't mind having the BBQ here but I would request that it be either catered, have everyone bring a dish, or have you guys helping me cook and what not. I just don't have the energy to do it all by myself right now. Let me know.

Trish

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

I like the barbecue idea. I'd be glad to help out with it, too. You can call me anytime, too. Do you have my number? Caleb has it.

[littlealex.livejournal.com]

I was going to say something intelligent to all of this but I got distracted by the title of the fic -- it's my favorite Joel Plaskett song at the moment and now I have it firmly stuck in my head! I'll upload for you when I get home from work!

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

There's a song called "True Patriot Love" that's NOT the Canadian National Anthem?? Erm. Not that the Canadian National Anthem is actually called "True Patriot Love", but you know what I mean.

[littlealex.livejournal.com]

Well, Joel Plaskett is Canadian, and the song is about how CBC plays the national anthem just before the station goes to sleep for the night ;) So the title isn't totally independent of the alternate meaning!

True Patriot Love, by Joel Plaskett Emergency (3.6MB, sendspace)

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

Yay, new music! *rocks out*

[eltonroo.livejournal.com]

I was hoping you would like Colorado. I played it over and over when we first got the cd. I think it is time to start playing it again!!