A Few Random Thoughts

I had this imaginary argument with Martha Plimpton on my way home from work last night. We were both at a party and I overheard her say, "Yeah, I was a Goonie." And I turned around and said to her, "Whoa, wait. You were in the movie Goonies. You traveled through the treacherous underbelly of the pirate world with the Goonies, but I think it's a stretch to say you were one of the Goonies." And then I decided it would be totally justified for Martha Plimpton to punch me in the face.

Then a song from Assassins played on my iPod, and I decided that Kathryn Erbe would make an excellent Sarah Jane Moore in my super-edgy HBO film Squeaky and Sarah Jane.

I think I've been watching too much Criminal Intent. (Erbe is a star, Martha Plimpton guest starred in an episode I saw a few days ago.)

I've been experiencing this weird feeling. I plop into bed, and just before I fall asleep, I have this image that I'm falling down a flight of stairs, and all of a sudden my leg "jumps." Like, I can literally feel my leg giving a very strong kick. So, being the articulate person that I am, I type in the words "as falling asleep leg jump" into Google (with no quotation marks), and somehow from that jumble of "Me Tarzan, you Jane" talk, I find out that it's called a hypnic jerk and 70% of people have experienced them. More from Discovery.com:

as you slide toward sleep, there's a point at which your muscles really let go. Your brain, which after all did evolve from a reptile brain, interprets this rush of relaxation data as a sure sign that you're falling down. And it tells your arms and legs to thrash around and keep you upright -- which, of course, you're not. So your misguided body slugs your sweetheart in the solar plexus.

On the one hand, I'm relieved that this is totally normal, but I'm a little disappointed that it's so common. It makes me just a little bit less special. But truly, I hope you all get to experience a hypnic jerk in your life, because it's a very interesting sensation and reminds me that our raw animal instincts are still intact, even if they are a little out of whack. And yes, it shouldn't go unsaid that the phrase "hypnic jerk" conjures up an image of Daniel Baldwin in a plaid leisure suit. Why Daniel Baldwin? I don't know, it just seems to fit.

Walking to work yesterday, I decided it would be fun if someone did a production of Jesus Christ Superstar where Jesus spells his name with a hyphen: Jesus Christ-Superstar. Then I was trying to figure out how to make that funnier, and I thought, "What if there was a kid named Edward Christ-Superstar?" I didn't actually think that was very funny,

It's 3:30 in the morning and my TV is not on. It's actually a nice silence. It would be nicer if I was asleep. I think I'll go to sleep, or try to go to sleep. In the immortal words of Liz Lemon, "I want to go to there."