at ther Napa store in Aurora who has a tat on the crook of her left arm, that’s a fanged tomato.

She’s young enough that the movie was a teenager when she was born, and it was old enough to drink by the time she got the tat, but whatever. She’s tall and a little pleseantly hippy with a muffintop that has it’s own tat: “Close cover before striking”. I’ve commented on the tomato but not the other, maybe not wanting to know.

Last night I dreampt I was sent to gitmo to work on some machinery they use to interrogate prisoners, and man, was it lame. It amounted to an oscillating arm that poked them with the pointed end of a couch cushion. I replaced the couch cushion with a taser, and they immediately began having better luck.

As I was walking through Gitmo on my way to the airport, I heard someone singing the theme song. Many people know Gitmo has it’s own theme song, but few people make the connection.

Turns out it was actually the Sandpipers themselves, who had made the song popular in America, but since only one of them was still alive at the time of the dream it was actually “The Mostly Zombie Sandpipers” Which is what the drumhead said.

And they had changed the words to the song, too.

One ton tomato
I ate a one ton tomato.
One ton tomato.
I ate a one ton tomato.

I stood there listening, and the NAPA girl came by, unwrapped a pretty good sized mackerel, and holding it by the gills, slapped me in the head with the tail. “This” she said ‘Is a stupid dream”. I had to admit I agreed with her. “Wanna come back to my hotel? I’ll demonstrate what my other tattoo means” We were joined by her someowhat feebleminded, and yet randy, sisterinlaw, who assisted in the demonstration.