March 9th, 2005
|06:14 pm - That dream I had on Sunday night. . .|
Preface: I have no idea what I had to eat before bed on Sunday, but whatever it was caught me in one of those moments where I was just talking up ADF left and right. You've been warned.
On Sunday night, I had a dream. In it, I was interviewing Michael Moore. It was a tough interview, not because I didn't know what to ask, but because I had to try very hard not to ask the only question I really ever wanted to ask from that man: "Mr. Moore, when will you lay off the fast food and drop maybe one or two hundred pounds?" I felt sick, just looking at him.
But this was not a nightmare about Michael Moore.
I eventually asked him some question that made him very uncomfortable and he decided that, rather than answer or politely decline, he'd start to interview me instead.
In an effort to make me uncomfortable, he started questioning me about ADF, and in particular about what particular members were doing. It was great to watch him become very frustrated very quickly when I managed to smile and talk about the impressively great things our members are doing.
He asked first about shizukagozen, and I rattled off a long laundry list of great things she's done with ADF, the Eastern IE Kin, the LDG, Walking With Fire and especially Oak Leaves.
He then asked about romandruid and I spent an hour talking about how wonderful it is to work with her, and how much she's done with mentoring and the study programs.
He asked about chirael and I talked about the Wiki and the additions to the ADF website and the new login scheme.
He asked about smithingchick and I talked about her wonderful locket and the reallyt impressive look of the new GOH.
He asked about rhiannon76, and I talked about belly dace and the great things I've heard (and experienced) at Black Bear Protogrove, ADF. And, of course her wonderful treatment of a scruffy, long-haired little goober.
He asked about perlgirlju, and I said I'd be lost without her help and amazing scribal skills, her amazing donations to the Grove, and her willingness to let me bounce stuff off her. Anytime a stylus touches her palm, great things happen.
He asked about druidkirk, and I poined out his dedication to the Kindred, his travels to meet the solitary members of his region, his friendliness, and his constant smile and encouragement.
He asked about khep, and I talked about her comic genius, and her amazing ability to laugh and help others smile.
He asked about tanrinia, and I said that without her, it would be as if I didn't have arms and was trying to run a Grove anyway. Her ideas and planning are amazing, and her husband's help has also been simply amazing.
He asked about saffronhare, and I informed him that I was very happy to have gotten some chances to work with her, and that she had inspired a whole school of DP mentorship. I added that capriciouslass and triadruid were also doing excellent and that the Grove there was alive and well.
He asked about athanasios and I said, "But, he's not in ADF." "Aha!" Shouted Moore, "Obviously there was a problem." I thought for a while, and then replied, "Actually, I don't remember why he left," and Moore sorta deflated (not that he actually got smaller), as he apparently thought he had finally found something bad about ADF.
He asked about Ceisiwr Serith, and I reminded him of how great a person Cei is, how he'd bent over backwards to show hospitality in Boston, and how he selflessly furthers the research interests of ADF.
Finally, he asked about tlachtga. I smiled and said that she was doing quite well, and sked if he had seen her most recent article on triple goddesses in Oak Leaves. He had not, but asked me what else I knew about her. I pulled up a zipped file on my laptop and searched through that for a moment, pulling up her most recent article and read off the title (which I now forget). Still unimpressed, Moore asked me what else she was up to. In answer (and thinking that he's taken too much an interest in one of my friends for me to be comfortable), I opened the second file in the folder, a video file, and turned my laptop around to show him.
And there was tlachtga, rockin' out onstage in Europe to thousands of screaming fans. She was singing into the microphone some very popular song, belting out the tunes like nothin' else. There were people reaching out to touch her and screaming her name.
More looked rather unsure of himself, then stormed out because he couldn't get his way. I think he was pissed that I really am this proud of ADF and the people I know in it.
I snickered as he passed by, saying, "Thanks for the interview. You're exactly as I imagined!"
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "This Hotel Room", -JB
Hmm. In reality, that's not his style. There's no way he would even get close to you until he had an arsenal of dirty deeds your grove members had committed, and he'd be very pointed about mentioning them. Also, he'd edit it so you looked like an idiot. By the way, why do you care so much about the fact that he's fat? Do you feel the same way about all fatties, or just him in particular? Anyway, interesting dream.
Just him in particular, I think. Well, him and Rush Limbaugh, but Limbaugh seems to have taken the fast crack to thinness. . .
Maybe I just don't like extremes, and those two men embody extremes in all the worst ways. . .
Rush Limbaugh ... my loathing for that man knows no bounds.
Wow, it's amazing that you spent nearly that entire dream praising and celebrating and defending all your friends. How lucky you (and they) are! That's really nice. :)
When you say snickered at the end, though, did you mean... you know, the APPROPRIATE laugh for situations of triumph?
If I knew his address, I'd invite Michael Moore to PSA just so I could hear you do it. XD
When you say snickered at the end
Why, of course :) I can only snicker appropriately. It's in my blood.
How lucky you (and they) are!
They make it easy. I was most amused by the fact that this is supposed to be my subconciousness. . . Which is supposed to hide all my darkest secrets. . . And all I could say was good stuff.
But it makes me laugh when I think that the only person I didn't tell the truth about was tlachtga
, who is not a rock star, but she is
an amazing writer.
Apparently, though, it was true in my mind at the time. Maybe it was a natural reaction to Moore's sensationalization to sensationalize myself?
Michael Moore's a big man in more ways than one- he's got to be close to 7 feet tall. So it's not so much that he's horribly fat (he's a good bit overweight, don't get me wrong, but not 200 lbs overweight) he's just friggin' *huge*. I felt sort of like a very small child standing in front of him. (he spoke at Edinboro a few years ago. He looks shorter & wider on screen than he is in person)
I think you sould have sent him after DOrK, though- that could have been really damn funny. :)
Why didn't he ask about your involvement in ADF with all the trouble you cause making people concerned about your underage chanting? ;)
Did you dream have any of these:http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/46/
Maybe irritating documentary makers are the postmodern version of Satan's role as an accuser. Interesting.