Dream a little dream...

I had a very strange dream last night.

I dreamed I went to work at the White House. We were having a breakfast staff meeting and using the red-banded Reagan-era china set and someone was complaining that they wished the coffee was as good as the china. Then I went to put sugar in my coffee and discovered there wasn't any, there was only artificial sweetener. When I asked one of the kitchen staff for sugar I was told there wasn't any because the chemical company who made the artificial sweetener had donated big money to the Pres and so we were required to use it instead of sugar. Figures, eh?

Also, I seemed to be living there-- I had my own room anyway. And there were cameras in the bedrooms to make sure no one thought about doing anything naughty. (Shades of the Bush Admin's need to have control over what goes on in people's bedrooms!)

It's funny, because after I got to work I googled that china pattern and I had actually remembered it correctly. Isn't it weird the crap that stays in one's brain when one can't remember more important things that it would actually be USEFUL to know?

"Brain and brain, what is brain?"?

RIP Thamiris

I've now heard it from several people so it must be true, but oh, it makes me so sad to think it. thamiris has passed away. She was such an amazing writer, and an even more amazing person with such gusto and guts and grace, and we are surely poorer for her absence. We'll miss you, hon.

(Tham's gorgeous In Principio was the first fiction I ever read by her, and it bears rereading now. I don't think any of you will be offended by this story but just in case, I will note that the pairing is Jehovah/Lucifer and it's definitely NC17.)