And Baby, Talk Dirty to Me....

So I've been watching Season 1 of "Scrubs" via my bestest friend's Netflix account? I actually haven't seen an episode in a while, so I found it strange that I was dreaming about it this morning. Of course there was a soundtrack...and now I have "Talk Dirty to Me" STUCK in my head....you know, from the episode where "coma guy's" um, coma wishes are/are not being met and Carla is all about making it happen, or whatever? I know the song far too well thanks to my older brother. Poison, Cinderella, Motley Crue? All posters which decorated his bedroom walls. I think there was an Ozzie in there somewhere...The one with small children at his feet. The memories just come flooding back.

I'm trying that whole hum "The Girl from Iponema" thing again, you know, the theory is that if you hum the tune to "The Girl from Iponema" you can get ANY song out of your head, but "At the drive-in, in the old man's ford..." keeps intruding the lovely strains of whoever those people with the lovely voices were...cuz you know I have the song WITH THE WORDS in my head as I'm humming it...which can put me in a bind. What do you hum/do if you get that song stuck in your brain? Best not to think about it.

doo do do doot doot do do da da....

Battlestar Galactica, anyone?
I got to see the season finale the other night as well. And then had super-vivid dreams about the show that night, maybe I'm a cylon too? I mean, really, with so many popping out of the woodwork, maybe we all are...

The dreams though were rather intense. It's almost like my subconscious has run out of material so it's making do however it can. Yes, dreamt about Apollo. No, not those kinds of dreams...he kept killing Starbuck, actually. Like taking pieces of broken viper and smashing her with them; I said they were intense, not happy.

On that note, and these, "down the basement, lock the cellar door, and baby, talk dirty to me..."

Happy Thursday...