So last night I dreamt I was involved in a pornographic reshoot of The Wizard of Oz
. (This is indirectly a riff from Crowley's The Solitudes
, which I am currently reading as part of my Melville avoidance strategy.) We were doing photography which would be mashed up with the original Munchkin work, and I think there was a bunch of digital retouching, too, but my problem was the rights clearances for the Kleptone's sound track which had been developed for this effort.
So while dreaming about sex with exotically-dressed little people, I had a copyright nightmare. Am I a writer or what?
Off to the Great Wall now. See some, all or none of you on the battlements.