I woke up from a dream laughing last night - possibly laughed in my sleep for the rest of the night. That hasn't happened to me in like... ever.
What was so funny? Well, I dreamed that I was in charge of a live televised tribute to Barbara Walters - which is funny enough in itself. It was a series of profiles of great journalists or something, I don't know. The point is that someone on my staff thought it would be a great idea to not just have a line of pictures of the profiled people along the top of the set - they thought it would add "dimension" if we put life-sized mannequins of them up there. I was unsure, so they said they would show me how great it would be. There was much scurrying. Another staff member (I can't blame this on the same person - and it certainly wasn't me who came up with the ideas - the funny part was being presented with these ideas one after another, minutes before the live broadcast began)anyway, another staff member thought - since this was supposed to be a solemn tribute we should have some candles on the set to give it that soft, warm glow. And wouldn't it be even better if they had candles - shaped like Barbara Walters herself! Umm...
So they brought the candles on to show me and they hoisted the mannequins up by ropes around their necks. They lit the candles and discovered that something had gone horribly wrong in the manufacture. I thought it would be bad enough to be melting down her hair and face, but somehow the whole candle took fire. Here was this little wax image of Barbara Walters - ugly enough to begin with, but now with skirt - hair - shoes - all aflame. And a bunch of people standing around with open mouths staring.
That's when Barbara walked onto the set. Right when we were hanging her in effigy and burning her in effigy simultaneously. That's about where I woke up from laughing so hard. The whole thing still makes me giggle. But I don't know - maybe you had to be there to really appreciate it.
Come to think of it, I wouldn't find that very amusing on a sit-com. I guess you really have to feel the sense of responsibility for the whole shebang before the absurdity can really set in.
Books: This book intimidates me.
What was so funny? Well, I dreamed that I was in charge of a live televised tribute to Barbara Walters - which is funny enough in itself. It was a series of profiles of great journalists or something, I don't know. The point is that someone on my staff thought it would be a great idea to not just have a line of pictures of the profiled people along the top of the set - they thought it would add "dimension" if we put life-sized mannequins of them up there. I was unsure, so they said they would show me how great it would be. There was much scurrying. Another staff member (I can't blame this on the same person - and it certainly wasn't me who came up with the ideas - the funny part was being presented with these ideas one after another, minutes before the live broadcast began)anyway, another staff member thought - since this was supposed to be a solemn tribute we should have some candles on the set to give it that soft, warm glow. And wouldn't it be even better if they had candles - shaped like Barbara Walters herself! Umm...
So they brought the candles on to show me and they hoisted the mannequins up by ropes around their necks. They lit the candles and discovered that something had gone horribly wrong in the manufacture. I thought it would be bad enough to be melting down her hair and face, but somehow the whole candle took fire. Here was this little wax image of Barbara Walters - ugly enough to begin with, but now with skirt - hair - shoes - all aflame. And a bunch of people standing around with open mouths staring.
That's when Barbara walked onto the set. Right when we were hanging her in effigy and burning her in effigy simultaneously. That's about where I woke up from laughing so hard. The whole thing still makes me giggle. But I don't know - maybe you had to be there to really appreciate it.
Come to think of it, I wouldn't find that very amusing on a sit-com. I guess you really have to feel the sense of responsibility for the whole shebang before the absurdity can really set in.
Books: This book intimidates me.
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