From The Archives #3

Here is one from October 1, 2005 entitled The Gay Ghost Dream.

My sleep this night was one of unrest as the result of a terrible dream I had. In my dream I was trying to stay awake for fear of my life, like the kids in Nightmare On Elm Street. Every time I drifted off, a menacing force would come over me and try to kill me in my sleep. It was like a ghost of some sort.

I would stay awake for a short time and then I would get tired and close my eyes. I could feel it putting a shower curtain over my head to suffocate me and there was a very sadistic, sexual overtone to the whole act; as if the spirit wished to fuck me and then kill me. I could sense it smiling with satisfaction through my plastic veil. Casper The Homosexual Unfriendly Ghost was having his way with me and I didn't appreciate it too much.

I kept waking up, but invariably I would fall asleep again and again, each time narrowly escaping death and defilement at the hands of this cocksucking, murderous spectre who couldn't help feeling good about his sick task. I finally awoke from this nightmare shaken and bathed in sweat.

Now, Brian would like to give me a hard time about the psychological implications of this dream, but to him I say, "Fuck to you." I think it's perfectly normal to have a dream about the swashbuckling spirit of a dead butt-pirate who's trying to snuff me in my sleep. Back me up on this please.

From The Archives #2

Here is a lil' ol' blog I wrote on muhspace on September 1, 2005. It describes a lil' ol' dream I had one lil' ol' night...

I dreamt that I was at some sort of outdoor concert. Many bands were slated to perform, but I only remember two: Coldplay (please do not ask me why), and the one and only Ol' Dirty Bastard, even though he dead and stuff.

I was seated on the side of the stage at a table by myself when ODB made his entrance. He didn't quite look like himself, but I knew it was him nonetheless. He played an amazing dj set(?), and for his finale, he put on an instrumental version of the Christina Aguilera hit, Beautiful (you know... that one you hear in Walmart or whatever) and began to sing the words in Spanish with a voice that was nothing less than angelic. I'm not sure whether he was singing the right lyrics to the song or not because I couldn't understand them, but I began to weep profusely at that point. I laid my head down on the table and cried like a baby, rather shamefully, until he was finished and exited the stage.

Ikah approached me and offered me a plate of banana bread, which I accepted. I tried to explain to him what had just happened, but couldn't. I woke up.


Here are a couple of my favorite video clips from our dear Dirty McGirty.


Fucking FADED.


Dirt Dog is so goddamned high in this one. Poor lil' bugger.


This one and the next three are a four part documentary on the Big Baby Jesus.








Brooklyn Zoo is the video that really made me fall in love.
He was so good. Thanks for singing to me, Dirty.