Welcome to the Dork Blog

Welcome to the Dork Blog

God, I'm so dumb. When I first read Rachel Lucas' website, I emailed her also just to tell her what a great site she has.
Yesterday, I received a reply from her and I was all excited like some kind of idiot 13 yr old who receives a reply from a rock star or something.
She added me to her blogroll, so that was kind of cool.

I'm also excited because I slept like a normal person. The night before last I woke up at 11pm and was up for the rest of the night and day. I started getting really tired at about 4pm yesterday and went to bed at 6, got up to take the dogs out at 9 and went back to sleep and slept til 7:30 am. yay!

I was watching Ted Koppel last night and was surprised to see hear him speak positively about the troops. He told a story of the 3rd Infantry involved in a fire fight with Iraqis who were using civilians as human shields when suddenly an Iraqi woman started to run across the bridge waving a white flag. The Iraqis shot her and a couple of our soldiers risked their lives to go get the woman and bring her back. They are treating her and she is alive.
Those, my friends, are our troops. Our boys. Fighting for us and them too.

It's official. I've been watching too much war. When I slept for those first couple of hours last night, I had a horrible dream. Earlier in the day I had watched the news and they reported finding something that was possibly used for a torture room with iron beds, battery acid and bathtubs and other paraphenalia.
I dreamt that one of our helicopters was shot down and the pilot captured and taken to that torture room with all of this being filmed and shown on tv.
I actually saw him strapped to some bizarre chair and hooked up to some kind of wiring and he was being electrocuted.
His head was already swollen on one side and his face was so bruised and bloodied that he would have been unrecognizable. I remember watching this feeling glad because maybe his family wouldn't know who it was but then they kept saying his name Lynn Sternan, over and over again. I kept wondering why in the hell they were showing this on TV.
In my dream I was sobbing and crying hysterically and suddenly I awoke, wondering if I were sobbing in my sleep too.
We are too media saturated. Even my dreams are like movies.

Posted by De at April 1, 2003 09:00 AM