
Yesterday’s personified cone.
Coincidence: People were talking about Babel in the car today and I brought up Crash (cringe-inducing, but deserves its credit), and how although I saw the blanks coming the best bits were the scene I saw as a promo (giving the daughter the cloak) and its follow-up (the shooting). It wasn’t until the credits were rolling on Shooter tonight (Colin needs to throw some stuff out so I was looking for the longest movie I’m not going to give more than two stars to) that I wondered if the supporting actor was the father from the scenes I mentioned. A few webpages later and I find he was in Babel but there’s no mention of his story line. Then I realise Babel≠Crash and find he was also the father in Crash. Coincidence? Similar movie choice? Disproportionally/disproportionately small amount of Mexican American actors? or just what happens when starring in three films each year?
Even care?
Is there any research on smells affecting dreams? The last part of my last dream this morning was about [probably processed] turkey to go in sandwiches, and it’s all I could smell when I woke up.
Actually I could smell other things when I put my mind to it, but something about my duvet or its surroundings gave the same aroma as that particular sandwich meat.
Just another warm sunny day in the middle of spring, with the occasional burst of thick hail.
Yesterday I woke to find I was stained. I put it up there for friends to give me their non-professional diagnoses and sure enough I have now accepted the likelihood of phytophotodermatitis because it is not permanently debilitating/scarring and it has an explanation (all the lime juice on the dishes I washed yesterday and the sun I sleep in) but allows for some peculiar ones. And it means I don’t gotta go through the doctor procedure.

Sometimes the snow comes down in April, sometimes the sun goes ’round the moon (relatively). Just when I thought the chance for snow had past…
I almost pulled a stranger out of a car’s way today.