Happy No Pants day!
So, what happens when you read too many political threads on Metafilter, fervently wish Martin Sheen were president, compulsively read The Years of Rice & Salt, drink too many flaming margaritas and pass out?
Well, if you're me, you have an long, strange apocolyptic dream where you're working as a spy in George Bush's White House collecting intelligence on the Republican campaign strategy for 2008. And you (I can hardly type this) ...kind of feel sorry for the poor idiot. (I KNOW! I *still* feel dirty!)
Halfway through the dream, Martin Sheen is president. I only know we're in the middle of a crisis, but apparently a nuclear holocaust is pending. My job is to run around and shut all the blinds throughout the White House. As I slowly realize this hopeless errand is meant to keep us from seeing the bomb drop, I completely lose it until I accept that whatever is going to happen is going to happen and it's out of my hands.
I'm still not sure which presidency frightened me more.
(And I'm not even going into the parts where my sister is a security guard, I'm going to be an Aunt again, David Lee Roth refuses to help me find the White House dogs, the White House runners are midgets, Martin Sheen pounds a hole into a glass desk, the anxiety part of the dream where I keep getting assigned too many impossible tasks, preparing an executive summary by transcribing the tv show 24, and the meeting with GW involving a powerpoint slide and me carefully explaining why his lame-brain strategies won't work.)
Yeah, I have no idea either.
I love the part about the blinds. What a great idea!! While the world ends, the best thing you could possibly do is not watch and deny it till the bitter end.
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stevebott, at
5/05/2006 7:09 PM