In My Dreams, I am a Dipesto...

So, last night I dreamed that Benton Fraser and Agnes Dipesto were getting married and y'all - it made perfect sense. And they were so cute. And I remember Wacky Wedding Hijinks and Capers but I'm not sure what all was going on, but the background music was FABULOUS.

And I remember Addison and Vecchio hanging out in the foyer and it was Bruce Willis circa now with the shaved head because I remember thinking that David Addison should really not have a shaved head, but then I heard him and it was Addison and he and Ray were getting along famously (there was a bar in the church. I have no idea what this says about me).

I was wearing Willow's bridesmaid dress from Xander and Anya's wedding and all of my family was seated on the bride's side so it is obvious that I was there for Agnes. But that is all I remember.

But this just proves if you watch Moonlighting while clipping from Due South for more than four days in a row - strange things can happen.

Also? You know that parking garage scene in "Witness for the Execution"? You know - *that* scene? I really thought I had watched my fill of it when I was 11. I was wrong. I blame this episode for many many fundamental things with me.

GIP! In a way cause infinitemonkeys made the icon posts to end all icon posts. Well, not really. I love icon posts - don't end them. But this was a really good post.

I Am Gary Coleman. Not Spartacus. Gary Coleman.

There was Buffy wank! It broke the Harry Potter f_w streak and it went thru like, the Five Stages of Wank before lunch.

And now it is over and I feel bereft. Also, a bit pissed off and I'm still working on figuring out why I am pissed off. Possibly because I am at work. Oh! And I went to the Pizza Hut Buffet at lunch with coworkers and there was barely any pizza at all and no supreme and so I filled up on salad. I am not a Filled-Up-On-Salad type person here. I am a Give Me Supreme Pan Pizza or Give Me Death type person here, yet I kept my mouth shut for fear of embarrassing my coworkers. Cause I am also a big ole wuss.

Also know this: if everyone reading my LJ decided I needed to quit my job and concentrate on... well, see there is the thing. I wouldn't do anything but what I am doing now, only even more obsessively. I'd read LJ. I'd scan the New York Times. I'd think about Mos Def. I'd read more LJ. I'd wonder if I have an ear infection. I'd get up and open a can of Diet Mountain Dew. I'd read more LJ. I'd kind of think about changing the channel but then Reno 911 would come on and I like that in the background. I'd probably read fanfic. I'd wonder how someone thought to do that. I'd open an email to ask them and then get distracted by an AIM message. I'd hear that South Park is coming on after Reno and I'd have to track down Lum to tell her. I'd remember Sid should be walked. I'd read more LJ. I'd think about Mos Def. I'd decide I didn't have an ear infection, that it must be malaria. I'd wonder if Mos Def watches South Park and I would decide that he doesn't. I'd think about Angel. I'd wonder if Angel thinks about Mos Def and I would decide that he doesn't. I'd congratulate myself on being so well rounded. I'd wonder if I paid my cell phone bill. I'd try to remember what day it is. I'd read LJ.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

So as much as I hate my job, I do love my job because it gives me something to hate. Does that make sense? I need structure cause I am incapable of providing that structure to myself. Well, not incapable - I could do it, I suppose. I don't. Well, sometimes I do. I need to right now, actually.

Also? I am waaaay too fascinated by the personal details of stranger's lives. Seriously, the whole "unable to afford a wedding or elopement" thing kind of took me by surprise cause a justice of the peace isn't all that expensive and anything after that is just gravy, right? Isn't this what we decide when we grow up and, y'know, prioritize things? Or maybe is just my people? But then the stuff about not being engaged and buying the wedding dress anyway and all of that... well, I had to stop myself from calling Dawn and gossipping. About someone we don't know. A stranger. Which is no different, really, from me calling Dawn yesterday to explain that right at that moment I was looking at a picture of the Runaway Bride performing her community service and enjoying myself tremendously. And I know what that is: That is shaudenfreude. I have the Avenue Q soundtrack.