So have I.
But have you done so because Scott Baio was in said dream?
Until last night, I hadn't.
The dream also included a musical interlude by LA 80's band the Gun Club.
What does all this mean?
I'm not sure.
Could it be that I'm:
Stressed about this Saturday's derby game?
Stressed about work?
Stressed about rising water and gas prices?
Stressed about losing the remaining Pernicious Passover Pounds(of which I have 3. Which will go back up to 4 or 5 by the weekend due to the mandatory Carb Loading needed for Saturday's game)?
Well the last one may not count, as it didn't stop me from doing what terrifies most women into fetal balls of whimpering fear: BUYING A BATHING SUIT. I even got something that isn't too hideous. The Dear Husband rolled his eyes when I showed him what I got, though. Harrumph.
On a non-stressed note, I'll be doing some more roller derby announcing at the OC Rollergirls Roll for a Cure extravaganza next weekend. That should be fun!
Also, I've been watching a LOT of old Warner Bros Gangster movies at work lately. Three box sets, to be exact. I've been torturing the coworkers with tommy gun fire and east coast accents with films such as: Little Caesar, Ladykiller, the Roaring Twenties, the Petrified Forest, Bullets or Ballots, G Men, A Slight Case of Murder and Brother Orchid. Now wherever I go, I imitate Edward G. Robinson by saying, "Alright you mugs!" every chance I get.
I find that people are baffled that I prefer watching old movies. I don't know what the big deal is, as not many contemporary films have anything resembling character, good writing and interesting cinematography. Things that could come in handy in my business...or they should, at any rate.
The last week on the job of last year's directorial debut by Yours Truly featured Action Boy wandering into my office in absolute shock and amazement when he heard the machine-gun chatter of Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday playing on the dvd player.
Action Boy: Wow! You're watching His Girl Friday!
Red Diabla: Uh, yeah.
AB: I didn't know you knew about that film.
RD: Cary Grant is one of my favorite actors.
AB: Rosalind Russell ain't so bad, either! But most girls don't watch old stuff like that.
RD: Well, I do.
AB: watches the movie for several minutes. You should watch more Rosalind Russell. She's girly but she's tough. You'd love her.
RD: Yeah, I know.
AB: looks at RD quizzically. You know who she is?
RD: gets the feeling that "I'm a complete moron" is tattoo'd across her forehead. Of course. I'm watching this(points to the tv) aren't I?
AB: Oh. Yeah. Well, you should watch more of this stuff. wanders off...
RD: rolls eyes and goes back to watching the film...
Now that I think about it, Hurricane Ken is the only person offhand who expects me to learn classic movies. And it's not just because he now looks and sounds like Jack Benny, though I'm sure that doesn't hurt.
Alright you mugs, I gotta get back to work and to watching Ladykiller...again.