Broccoli

So.... last night I had a dream that broccoli started growing out of my arm. I also dreamt about sitting around a well-lit table eating cinnamon rolls with Hayden, Neff, and Sabrinah after I successfully beat a neighboring gang in a territorial war by winning a motorcycle race across a suspension bridge. It was pretty much awesome. Well, not really the broccoli bit, because that was part of a dream in which I was diagnosed with cancer, but the race and cinnamon rolls were definitely awesome.

And now some favorite quotes from the Annual Erotic Poetry Festival at the Mercury Cafe, which I went to with Sabrinah on New Year's Eve:

"I'm gone put a hurtin' on you,
I'm gone put a hurtin' on you..."
-Lady Speech

"I knit a sweater out of all the pubic hairs you left in my bed"
-Ken, the be-dredlocked guy who runs the Mercury Slam

"I don't know how erotic a man can be with his ukelele..."
-Ryan Jaynes, "proving to guitar players everywhere that it's not the size that counts."

In other news, it's snowing! I'm not sure if I do or do not hope that it amounts to something, since we really need moisture, but I was planning on going to a movie with my maternal unit tonight. We're planning on going to see The Legend of Zorro, and I don't want anything coming between myself and Antonio Banderas, unless it's someone more attractive, in which category the snow does not, alas, qualify.