A dream

Last night, I dreamed I met Delia Derbyshire, the BBC Radiophonic Workshop engineer best known for her electronic realization of the Doctor Who theme. In my dream, she was a sullen and surly teenager, dressed in black, sitting Indian-style on her bed, fiddling around with Boss guitar pedals. We had an awkward conversation, in fits and starts, about the history of electronic music. Strange, eh?

Too much Dracula?

Though I'm surprised that the thought would ever occur to me, I have noticed lately that as I'm reading Gore Vidal's Burr, I've unintentionally started picturing Christopher Lee in the titular role; this is pleasant, to be sure, but a bit suspicious.

An idea for a sitcom

President Dracula: After a series of strategy gaffes in an unsuccessful national campaign, political advisor Jon Harker finds himself unemployable and unpopular. His future seems hopeless until he is approached with an astonishing offer - to direct the third-party presidential campaign of Count Dracula! With no other prospects, Jon accepts, and to the surprise of all, crafts a message that resonates with the American voter, delivering the Dracula campaign victory at the polls. Appointed White House Press Secretary, Harker finds himself swept up in the daily struggle to put a positive spin on the the administration of Count Dracula, 500-year-old vampire President of the United States!

Does anyone know?

...if an alternate-history fiction has been written wherein Burr defeats Jefferson in the presidential election of 1800 and the Louisiana Purchase never takes place, leading to a present-day North America where Mexico is the dominant power, stretching from Chiapas to Canada, separated from the 24 United States by a francophone Republic of Louisiana? Just wondering.