(also, at 9:30 tonight, TVLand is running my favorite episode of M*A*S*H, which I haven't seen in years.)

Heh. I love it how Tuttle is actually listed in the IMDB as an actor...

(I've never seen M*A*S*H on TV myself; I've only seen the movie)

I had lunch with Tuttle today!

You have to watch those pot roasts. They are sneaky.

I'd tell you about how you were in my dreams last night and the night before, but it would bore everyone else. Except Pips who is already asleep. She had a cameo. So did mike9322, someone who I assume was Gaspode, and an amro-like presence.

Careful Jon, when you stare too deeply in to the roast, the roast stares back.

actually pips is still awake (and watching Dr. Phil, god help us) and she's worried because the pot isn't simmering or bubbling. Any advice, foodie bunnies?

I was at a bar in NY, but not Manhattan. I wasn't getting along with my friend. jonmc and gaspode ( I guess) were there. My friend left, mad, and it was last call. Because I’m not used to NY body space traditions, I was too polite and got cut in front of. Jonmc and the gaspode person were favored customers and were in the kitchen making hot dogs. I left in a huff, going down some basement stairs. Someone goosed me, and I smiled because I thought it was jonmc inviting me to stay, but it was the mean bartender who then killed me, as I fought and cried for help.

I knew I wasn’t really dead, I guess, so I continued to dream. It was morning and I was in a crowded large hall with poor acoustics. I ran up to jonmc saying he was in my dream. He said “You are one peculiar chick, lady.” I asked him what he meant. He pointed to his afro (?!), then pointed at my head. I was wearing a Russian style fur hat. He walked away with me calling after him – “you were me? I had to save myself?”

LAST night, I had a dream that I was at a summer/creative retreat/camp thing. jonmc & Pips were there, and mike9322. mike wore a bra (but wasn't teased, he was consoled by nice bunnies). A beautiful tall brunette (amro? Cus I just saw her on teevee?) was worrying about making class the next morning. I told jonmc I wanted to tell him about my dream. We got in a car and went to a liquor store, where a clerk brought him an ice cold bottle of vodka to the car.

So I dreamt twice about telling my dream, which is all metawhatnot. I need to stop drinking terrifying amounts of booze on the weekends. That's what I take away from it.

No roast advice, except turn it up until it does.

I was in your dreams two nights in a row? Shit, no wonder I'm tired.

The roast is happily bubbling on top of the stove now.

Mmmm.... hot dogs. I love dreams with hot dogs. (I had a dream once, rainbaby, where I was stabbed. It was really scary. I was running from some guy, managed to give him the slip, or so I thought, and was peering around the corner of a building, and the guy snuck up behind me, reached around as if to hug me, and thrust this huge knife in my chest. I saw stars and woke up immediately. I knew I was dead.)

None of you ever dream about ME. *snort*

Pips - I totally missed your post in the Letters thread, but fortunately Elizard pointed it out to me. I wish you guys could've been here too. Thanks for the letter!

Hey, who's watching the roast?

I never told you this, Jon and Pips, but I had a dream where you guys invited me up to your place for, uh, coffee. The invitation was rather... vivid.

Mmmmmmm. Pot roast. Can I come over? I'll bring booze, promise.

Vivid? Like colourful? Or like *vivid*, like a clothing-optional thing?

Plenty pot roast for all! With noodles...


(coffee anyone? ; )

Vivid as in: there was the detailed sensation of a hand on my thigh. Under my skirt. And stuff.

(That was Bobo our chimp, Speck... sorry 'bout that... we're sending him to obedience school, naughty chimp...)

And stuff!?! whew. heavy! figures i'd get left out...

*hands BoBo a bottle of banana liquer, shoos him to the back porch. puts on Hef-style smoking jacket and ascot*

Welcome....

Zack! Mio fratello! I welcome you, too.

*offers cigar and martini*

*locks men on porch with Bobo*

Ladies... the night is ours...

*looks to his left*

So, Bobo...wanna fling some poop around or what?