Dreaming of Joss Whedon-brand Soda!

Last night I had a series of recurring dreams in the form of a commercial, where Joss Whedon dressed up as a soda bottle or a soda-delivery truck, and people gave him a thumbs-up. Then, the tagline was “Joss Whedon soda, as refreshing as…” and then different things. The one I remember was ‘as refreshing as a Sally Fields acceptance speech.” (Featuring a current Sally Field joking about how there’s botox now, so she has fewer wrinkles than she did when she made her first speech.)
Should I go get a job as an advertising exec now?

Vague Discouragement in Poetryville

I’ve been sick for two weeks, so that may be coloring my disposition about this, but I’ve been writing a lot and not sending out much – no book contest entries, no poetry packets. I have all these poems sitting about but I can’t seem to get the “right poem to the right magazine within the right sub dates” equation to work. I mean, right now I’ve got a lot of, say, Japanese-themed persona-poem haibun, for instance, and who really publishes stuff like that?
I like my books, but I don’t feel confident others will like them, and don’t have the extra money for fees (California is very expensive.) So they’re languishing.

Rescuing sick sea lions

Yesterday, we were driving by the beach and saw what looked like a very sick sea lion (with all these people coming up really close to it and like, poking it and stuff, which always makes me angry) and we called it into, not the park rangers (which we might have done in Port Townsend) but to the only people who rescue distressed animals out here: Sea World. They picked up the sea lion within hours.