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In retrospect it may not amount to much, but there was at least some progress from the Killing Eve remake where the queers were relegated to supporting characters then letting them be the leads, if only “coded” as such and surrounded by the most extreme examples of the opposite sex.

Rep. Chris Stewart (R-Utah) added that the information [obtained by the FBI raid on Mar-a-Lago] may have had something to do with aliens.

Another common disability I face in dreams is finding myself bereft of even the most basic of driving skills, a simple turn requiring power-assisted Herculean strength, the car speeding or veering out of control on eerie traffic-free freeways, and spacious lanes closing in on hundreds of dollars in deductible cosmetic damage, as it was last night, where I struggled to pull the Xterra’s yellow mirrors away from the concrete walls of a parking garage incline.

After that momentary predicament, I was on my feet but they were frozen with the rest of my body as I was approached by two back-lit figures from whose outlines I could make out were from Planet X, but they reminded me more of the aliens who beset the boys in one of the Gamera movies, squeaky voices and all.

I lie on my side but unlike Akio above I wasn’t fortunate enough to escape the encounter with only a shaved head (which frankly I’d thank them for, as of late), but a sore rectum—there was a loud banging on the door, which woke me to check the app if the camera caught anything, but it was probably just the boy in his adjoining room—might the psychosomatic pain, too, have had a more immediate source, a test of my receptivity to a different kind of pleasure?

Trying to get (a) home but the parking lot was full of RV’s, packed together more like it was a dealership, and on the other side of the fence 媽 was preparing some meat for dinner. I handed her a pork chop I was carrying and she poked it to determine that it was acceptable. A crowd there was focused on something behind me, which I turned to see was a tunnel carved into the mountain revealing an alien base. A booming voice announced their existence to mankind, and a menacing fireball shot forth from within… but it doesn’t seem they were intent on wreaking global destruction in the usual manner: instead, their representative appeared and offered us a new television series, all the episodes at once, like Netflix. Occurred to me later in the shower that fanciful conquerors might in fact do this, set up their own production companies, hire away the best talent and take over the world on our terms. Their movies and shows could very well be better. All the more reason to welcome them, I say.

The day’s come and gone, and I’m writing this through the “Red Wedding” episode of A Game of Thrones, but I do remember this much: I returned to my last job, where I had been nurturing something of minor significance (in a jar, of all places, but then that’s just like me), but would reveal itself in its fully grown form to be an alien that resembled a green MCP or The Face of Boe.

I was driving through Cypress with the mother-in-law when the red and blue lights of a police car appeared to my left and directed me to pull over by literally throwing a smaller flashing one onto my hood.  This was, I had just learned, how it’s done, but as it seemed unlikely that a lone driver could handle it without a passenger’s assistance, I surmised before complying that it must’ve been launched from a control inside.  It was a tight fit between two parked vehicles, but there was more on my mind, like exactly what I had done (I might’ve made an illegal turn at the last intersection, which would embarrass me in front of Mrs. Lin after making a big deal about Sheila having done the same just a week ago; or more likely, the cops were busting me for reading forbidden literature by hacking into my Kindle) and what I would do now that this town could go fuck itself.

Worse, when our business was concluded, the stress of the situation had gotten to me and I carelessly bumped the car behind me returning to the road.  It was a large old American sedan, the kind which we used to call boats, so given the difference in weight and amount of steel—had the elderly owner left it off the parking brake—the RAV4 should not caused it to roll away as it did.  In light of compounding my legal infractions insurance premium hikes, I chose to flee the woe that my life had become, and found salvation above: dark clouds collected unnaturally with a fringe of Kirby dots and aliens descended in the form of menacing red or blue bubbles, which apparently distinguished their genders.  They were slow enough for me to evade or shake off, but most everyone else, children, the mother-in-law included, got enveloped and carried away, their bodies used as hosts.  The human race would eventually evolve the power of flight to resist the invasion, or so the epilogue revealed.

Hulu has them all, for free. Stupid Philistines, I was once willing to pay for them in laserdisc boxsets!

The other day I saw this sight in the distance and thought for a second that the aliens had finally come to take over.

Didn’t I just see the 轟天? Wasn’t that 水野久美 as the commander? And wtf was this, anyway, Versus with a Godzilla movie in the background? I did chuckle when the “mutants” took on the giant lobster like they were in Contra, but I prefer my aliens not wearing black leather (trenchcoats):