Greetings from the smoking monkey!

I've been poked and prodded to start a blog.
I pointed out that I already had a blog, somewhere, but finally admitted that I'm less than diligent about keeping it current. My bad. I don't even remember the log in details. Yeah, I'm that good.
So, here it is. My first official post on the new blog.

So what should I write about?

Dreams. 




I've been having this bizarre recurring dream for about six months now. Always the same thing, too. I'm judging Dancing With The Stars (A show I've never even watched btw), and the next contestants take the stage in the dark. A theatrical fog comes billowing out from behind a curtain and the band starts up with this seductive, slow conga beat and raw guitar.


The lights come up and the contestants are revealed :


Sema Hayek and...wait for it...ED ASNER. In a white tank top. Hirsute and flaunting those manly tufts with glitter. Yeah... ED ASNER!


But Selma Hayek isn't just Selma Hayek. Oh no. She's Ara Celi -- that wacky vampire, snake dancing, temptress in From Dusk Till Dawn (I have included a youtube clip of her performance so you can get the full impact of the wackiness).


She even has the snake. It's apparently quite fond of Ed.  


Oh boy. My subconscious is a very, very, strange place, and Ed shows up in a few of my other dreams.


There ya go. My gift to you, fine readers.  A glimpse of monkey grey matter.


And people wonder why I write horror...