Best Coast, Summer Roast

All of my favorite summer anthems seem to hint at an underlying distrust of this time of year. Whenever it’s winter, I always claim that I can’t wait for summer … and then when summer gets here, I waste it by becoming moody and indulging in all of my favorite anxieties.

According to some of my most memorable summers, this time of year has become an opportune time for me to do any of the following:

1. Get bent out of shape over a boy

2. Get bent out of shape over my future (or lack-thereof)

3. Consider the off chance that I might have parasites

4. Begin watching daytime soaps

5. Save money as if I were single-handedly supporting myself

6. Spend money as if I were single-handedly supporting a family of two

7. Acquire a new place of employment

8. Not leave the house

9. Become unsociable

10. Become (and remain) at odds with family members

11. Google “get rich quick” schemes

12. Wish I had the wherewithal to travel (long or short distances)

13. Attend Girl Scout camp

I hate winter, but summer is perhaps the more genuinely depressing of the two seasons.


And the list dwindles…

If you’ll inspect the post below a bit more closely, you will notice that I have in fact, been making progress on the Cillian Murphy movie marathon. Last night I watched Peacock, and was reminded of Breakfast on Pluto for the obvious reasons.

I love his flexibility when it comes to male voices and accents, but I think he might only have one ‘female’ voice — for a large portion of the film, I kept suspecting that “Emma” was really “Kitten”. >_> Although, this isn’t really something he can be faulted for … he is, afterall, not really a woman. He sure does make a pretty one though..

Anywho, I have been such a deadbeat when it comes to dream logging this summer. I haven’t stopped having dreams, although lately I have been having some sleeping problems. But, I just haven’t had time to really sit down and record them. I will fill you in on my last two dream forays, however…

SO this morning: I dreamt that I was an installation artist (of sorts – too much Cillian Murphy, most likely), and that I was setting up my latest project in our garage. It was very Judy Chicago. I had set up this long table, well…it was a table on one end and a shallow wash basin on the other. Then I had apparently invited people of varying ages to volunteer to sit at the table and socialize. At the end of the table farthest from the garage door were all of the elderly people, men on one side, women on the other. At the end that was still inside the garage were all of the younger people, young women, girls, and little children at that point

I noticed that I myself was a much more sociable, fun-loving person while I was orchestrating this whole thing. I was really making connections with the middle-aged women and the elderly. At one point, I even recall a really cliche instance on my part — clutching the eldest gentleman by the shoulders and stating ‘He’s really only as old as he feels, and he feels pretty young.’ Wtf?

Anyway, that wasn’t the weird part of this dream…The part that was weird was that all of the middle-aged to elderly people were actually seemingly real people with believable life stories, who were sitting there conversating, eating finger foods, and laughing — being alive. (lol that alone isn’t weird, I know – I needed a paragraph break, keep reading)

The volunteers at the opposite end however, were different. There were only portions of their bodies — namely busts — and I was repositioning them at will. I literally picked up the head and shoulder of a 30-year old woman, and moved her into the basin end, and she didn’t even respond to that. I nudged torsos around, and laid the young people on top of each other in aesthetically pleasing fashions, and they didn’t even seem to acknowledge that they didn’t have full bodies. I don’t even think they knew. I think they were just puppets. The older people didn’t seem to notice this either, as they carried on merrily talking, eating and laughing. They thought everything was going as planned and were thrilled to be a part of something ‘hip’ and ‘cool’.

So my question is: what the hell? Does my subconscious support the idea that people don’t fully develop until they become old? Deep down, do I really think that young people are at the mercy of whatever arbiter of taste (in this case, myself) they happen to be working for? Probably. That’s the only viable explanation I could come up with for that dream, and you know I am in the business of viable explanations >_>

Moving on to the previous night’s events – I can make this real short and sweet, because I don’t remember much of it anymore anyway. Essentially, I dreamt that my boyfriend and I were planning this massive wedding, and we had asked all of our potential guests to submit hi-res, full-length photos of themselves to us so that we could create life-size cardboard cut-outs of everyone.

Now, I didn’t catch what exactly it was we were planning to use them for before I woke up, but I have this theory that we held an outdoor, summer reception under a giant white canopy, where all of our guests arrive to find that their tables have been seated with their cardboard counterparts — and then Chris and I assure them that they can go home because they are “already here”. Whether or not that’s what actually would have happened…I will never know.

Cillian Murphy Movie Marathon

Oh, to be Yvonne McGuinness for a day...

This month I am embarking upon a much needed, much too belated film viewing expedition where I watch every film that Cillian Murphy has ever made. I have always been drawn to those eyes, his consistently perfect hair, his remarkable on-screen versatility and that lovely Cork accent (which he can also hide rather convincingly). Quite an actor indeed. So I am uncertain why I have waited until now to serial film stalk him. Guess I was too busy drooling over Gordo and Spock… Anyway, here’s my progress thus far:

Disco Pigs


Batman Begins (seen it long ago, need to rewatch)

The Dark Knight

28 Days Later

Red Eye



The Wind that Shakes the Barley

Girl With the Pearl Earring

Watching the Detectives

Breakfast on Pluto



On the Edge

Hippie Hippie Shake

and the list will continue in a later post…I will keep you updated.