From the Vaults

This post from November '05 is one of my favorites, so I'm going to re-publish it now. Who knows, archived favorites may even become a new feature. (shameless narcisso)

Dreamweaver

When the alarm went off, this is what was happening in my head:
I was walking with my father next to a scraggly, wet, diseased little pigeon, with a tiny head and a big bloated body. My dad pointed and said, "Look at that cute little bird," without a hint of irony in his voice. I said, "Yo dad, get with the program, that bird is foul."

My dad then pointed out that the pigeon was wearing a nifty little Storm Trooper Halloween mask, and wouldn't you know it, he was! I had to admit, that was kind of cute. All of a sudden I realized it must be one of those birds that used to be a person before receiving a wizard's curse. I felt silly for not thinking of it before.

Then when I looked at the pigeon, it was a cute little lamb. It rolled onto its back and I started petting it and scritching its soft li'l belly. It made happy lamb sounds and I felt like a million bucks.

That's when the alarm intruded. I almost didn't go to work.