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So I had this dream last night...
A bit of context, in the form of what I suppose are the things most occupying my attention right now:
a) This presentation I have to give tonight, on an article written in 1977 emphasizing the individual and human side of library use. The author talked quite a bit about where people are on their individual "time-space continuum" and spent a couple of paragraphs repeating the phrase "living, breathing human" in every sentence. I was rolling my eyes pretty hard, and then I had a flash of insight: She sounded just like Hutch (remember that episode in season one where he refused to answer to "Zebra 3" and insisted on addressing the dispatcher as a "fellow warm human" or whatever?) - this was a 1977 thing! And once I put her in her appropriate historical context, the article was much less irritating. Except for the part where I have to present it tonight.
b) The Dead Zone. In fact, I finished season two yesterday (omg squee!!!!) and intended to watch my first downloaded episode of S3 last night before bed--except that I couldn't get the spiffy DVD-ripped .avi to actually play on any of my media viewers, so I had to trash that whole torrent's worth of episodes and find another one, and the only other option turned out, as of when I went to sleep, to be glacially slow (it has since sped up respectably). So I went to sleep a bit anxious about my next DZ fix.
Which is the only explanation I can come up with for the dream which featured, among other less-well-remembered elements, Starsky and Hutch standing in a ditch on either side of a crashed PT Cruiser painted red with a familiar flaring white racing stripe.
a) This presentation I have to give tonight, on an article written in 1977 emphasizing the individual and human side of library use. The author talked quite a bit about where people are on their individual "time-space continuum" and spent a couple of paragraphs repeating the phrase "living, breathing human" in every sentence. I was rolling my eyes pretty hard, and then I had a flash of insight: She sounded just like Hutch (remember that episode in season one where he refused to answer to "Zebra 3" and insisted on addressing the dispatcher as a "fellow warm human" or whatever?) - this was a 1977 thing! And once I put her in her appropriate historical context, the article was much less irritating. Except for the part where I have to present it tonight.
b) The Dead Zone. In fact, I finished season two yesterday (omg squee!!!!) and intended to watch my first downloaded episode of S3 last night before bed--except that I couldn't get the spiffy DVD-ripped .avi to actually play on any of my media viewers, so I had to trash that whole torrent's worth of episodes and find another one, and the only other option turned out, as of when I went to sleep, to be glacially slow (it has since sped up respectably). So I went to sleep a bit anxious about my next DZ fix.
Which is the only explanation I can come up with for the dream which featured, among other less-well-remembered elements, Starsky and Hutch standing in a ditch on either side of a crashed PT Cruiser painted red with a familiar flaring white racing stripe.