1.
A flooded world? All the rooms seem to be filled with water. Are they all swimming pools? I’ve fallen in love. She’s blonde and quiet and avoidant. She’s part of the resistance. The police enforce their law with flying potatoes, fifty times their normal size, bristling with antenna.
Fall 1990?
2.
I’m driving a car. But only from the back seat. I must wrap my arms and legs around the front seat. It’s awkward but I have my hands on the wheel and my feet poised over the pedals. What I can’t do is see. And I keep trying to wriggle the driver seat free but it does not budge.
Summer 2002?
3.
Zombie love. The house is the Whispering Wind Court house of my childhood. At least, it seems to have the same layout. Everything is dim but illuminated. Like the sun has been replaced with a 60,000 Watt blacklight. She waits for me in the living room. Dead grey flesh and neon lips. It’s all dead. I’m the only thing that’s alive. But the dead bring you in.
Spring 1996?
Via m00se (who didn’t tag me but whatever):
4 jobs I’ve had in my life:
- Production Manager
- Technical Support Analyst
- Kinko’s Copy
Jockey Consultant
Archive Warden Accounting File Clerk
Four movies I can watch over and over:
- Blade Runner
- Star Wars
- Raiders of the Lost Ark
- Queen Margot
4 places I have lived:
- Gaithersburg, MD
- St. Mary’s City, MD
- Cape Elizabeth, ME
- Barre, VT
4 TV shows I love to watch:
- The Simpsons
- Six Feet Under
- Law & Order
- The X-Files
4 places I have been on vacation:
- London, England
- Old Orchard Beach, ME
- Charleston, SC
- New Orleans, LA
4 websites I visit daily:
- http://www.daringfireball.net/
- http://www.questionablecontent.net/
- http://www.slashdot.org:80/
- http://www.boingboing.net/
4 of my favorite foods:
- Goldfish
- Fries/tots/crowns
- Risotto
- a bleeding rare steak
4 places I would rather be right now:
- With Amy
- In the Washington-Baltimore axis of evil
- camping (even a few miles away would be great…)
- Um… Australia?
currently playing: Frou Frou “Breathe In (Club mix)”
I’m living in this huge house that’s populated by what feels more like a family than a commune. But it’s clear that we’re not all related, so it’s definitely a commune. The house isn’t necessarily Victorian in style but it’s very large and has many rooms. It has not been divided up into apartments the way that most houses of this style have in Vermont (if we’re even in Vermont) but there’s also the distinct feeling that this isn’t a co-op either. There’s about 20 of us gathered in this wide but shallow living room, watching an old broadcast on an old TV when we hear lots of commotion coming from outside.
I rush into the foyer to observe that there’s a gang of movers who’ve widened the doorway (!?!?) and are trying to usher an extremely large desk into the house. The desk is a very dark wood (but not mahogany) and is laquered to a mirror polish; it’s absolutely enormous and six of these movers are struggling to get it inside. Behind them, I see the truck and many more matching pieces inside - - a complete set! Standing by is a well-dressed woman with expensive foundation covering her face, pearls around her neck, and her hair tied up in a tidy bun.
With the rest of the commune behind me, I order them to cease. I stare right down on the woman and launch into a protracted explanation of why she can’t possibly move in. I explain that she (as a person) is welcome but that her furniture is not. That we are not accepting of that decadent lifestyle. By the time I reach the end of my speech, the movers have withdrawn but she is resolutely still trying to make her entrance. The commune members have dwindled behind me, disappearing like Morlocks into the bowels of the house.
