![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
albadgerA country singer wrote a song that he insisted was about young lovers having an argument on a rainy day. It was used as the soundtrack for a video in which an Elizabethan rogue swings about the Reconstructed Globe on a rope, romancing a series of buxom young ladies. The video went viral, and the country singer had to go on CNN and declare that he was not personally in favor of serial seduction. He spent the rest of my dream on the phone with his mother calming her down.
Which somehow connected with the BadgerDome being chosen for a "reality" TV show in which people with nothing in common moved in with each other -- in our case, two middle-aged "confirmed bachelors" had a devout Christian family with 5 kids move in with them. It wasn't just the family, we also had an acapella singing group move in. It was crowded.
The producers of the show had invented a new type of body mike that was completely invisible. I agreed to have it installed before learning that this involved body piercings, in the tongue, the nose and, well, some more intimate places.
The show was one of those stupidities where they have footage of the various contestant houses, and then vote off one house a week until the finale. We were a lock from the beginning, what with the Christian family vote, the confirmed bachelor vote, and the acapella singing group vote. The adorable curly-haired baby who was just learning to crawl only sweetened the deal. On the other hand, she was also learning how to gnaw on the furniture with her enormous beaver teeth, so she may have cost us votes.
At the big finale of the show, broadcast live from a Hollywood studio, we won, and the entire audience stood up and sang along with the acapella group. It was that stupid song from the beginning of the dream. Then the family and the singing group moved out. I was relieved -- peace again! But the microphone piercings were still in my tongue, my nose, and, well, the more intimate places. I studied them in the mirror and wondered how painful it would be to have them removed.
"Leave them in," Scott said. "You're going to be WAY more popular in certain circles..."
And them I woke up, sans piercings and prize money, but still with the BadgerDome and the exact right number of occupants for it. And my pride. I sighed with contentment.
Which somehow connected with the BadgerDome being chosen for a "reality" TV show in which people with nothing in common moved in with each other -- in our case, two middle-aged "confirmed bachelors" had a devout Christian family with 5 kids move in with them. It wasn't just the family, we also had an acapella singing group move in. It was crowded.
The producers of the show had invented a new type of body mike that was completely invisible. I agreed to have it installed before learning that this involved body piercings, in the tongue, the nose and, well, some more intimate places.
The show was one of those stupidities where they have footage of the various contestant houses, and then vote off one house a week until the finale. We were a lock from the beginning, what with the Christian family vote, the confirmed bachelor vote, and the acapella singing group vote. The adorable curly-haired baby who was just learning to crawl only sweetened the deal. On the other hand, she was also learning how to gnaw on the furniture with her enormous beaver teeth, so she may have cost us votes.
At the big finale of the show, broadcast live from a Hollywood studio, we won, and the entire audience stood up and sang along with the acapella group. It was that stupid song from the beginning of the dream. Then the family and the singing group moved out. I was relieved -- peace again! But the microphone piercings were still in my tongue, my nose, and, well, the more intimate places. I studied them in the mirror and wondered how painful it would be to have them removed.
"Leave them in," Scott said. "You're going to be WAY more popular in certain circles..."
And them I woke up, sans piercings and prize money, but still with the BadgerDome and the exact right number of occupants for it. And my pride. I sighed with contentment.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
srsly?!?!?
Date: 2009-05-13 01:10 pm (UTC)Re: srsly?!?!?
Date: 2009-05-14 06:40 am (UTC)Re: srsly?!?!?
Date: 2009-05-14 02:28 pm (UTC)Have you named the metro-sexual after MOI?!?!?!?!?
Re: srsly?!?!?
Date: 2009-05-15 06:17 am (UTC)The Metrosexual is GONE! Replaced in my upstairs by Beloved Tenant, who cleans up after himself, paints, redecorates, has great electronic toys, and DOES YARDWORK.
Oh, yeah, pays rent. What's not to love?
Re: srsly?!?!?
Date: 2009-05-15 07:03 pm (UTC)Where can I get one?!?!?!
Re: srsly?!?!?
Date: 2009-05-16 09:29 am (UTC)Not a replacement Metrosexual. I was quite clear on that point.
Re: srsly?!?!?
Date: 2009-05-16 04:37 pm (UTC)It took me a long time to find the part about being roommates, but it was kinda fun reading!
We're not even sure what a metrosexual IS...... we figure it has something to do with weather?
no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 01:25 pm (UTC)Freud called. He's resigning from the Academy.
no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 06:42 am (UTC)Both of whom have been dead for ages. Thus, why everybody is so fucked up.
no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 06:45 am (UTC)I haven't won anything yet.
And I guess I've been starring in I Love Albadger even longer, rarely with a co-star though.
no subject
Date: 2009-05-14 01:22 pm (UTC)