dream theater

[fox]

Very vivid dream last night (or, more likely, this morning between snooze alarms) that I was getting married to (of all people) Paul McGann, of whom I have been aware only as Lt. Bush in the later Horatio Hornblower movies and not, it shouldn't surprise you to learn, as the Eighth Doctor. An odd choice. There was another couple whose plans were moving along at a speedier clip than ours, and at one point we joined hands and, like, leaped down a flight of stairs, this being supposed to symbolically -- or, for all I know, literally -- place us ahead of something. My parents had hurried up getting to town to attend the wedding.

Anyone?


In other news, Jonathan Coulton concert last night, hurrah, with fun (but poss. overlong) opening act Paul and Storm (with special appearance by Richard and Bernie, so, yay, the whole band together again, and they did "Enormous Penis" rather than "Title of the Song", but what can you do). (Opening acts, particularly good ones, are good and all, but I fear nothing will ever top the grooviness -- because of the surprise -- of getting to the Jon Stewart show and learning that the opening act was Mike Birbiglia, whom I knew in college. So all other opening acts are doomed -- or at least until I discover that, like, my best friend from elementary school is opening for Elton John, or something.) osymandias will be particularly interested to hear that Jonathan C. included "Mandelbrot Set" in his, well, set. :-D

In other other news, my boss's father died on Saturday night. This is primarily very sad for him and his family (in particular, his wife is like seven months pregnant, so, you know, no good when grandfathers never get to meet their grandbabies), but it impacts me in the following ways: I predict I will have even less to do today this week than usual, and I will need to ask someone else to approve my juggling-around of spring break non-working days.