news bulletin

Complaint to the FCC about Oprah.

Towel Day approacheth.

Pat Tillman has been all over the news since his death, unlike so many other American soldiers who've died in Iraq, but I'll give him another fifteen minutes of fame, by quoting his brother's speech from the memorial:

"Pat isn't with God," he said. "He's fucking dead. He wasn't religious. So thank you for your thoughts, but he's fucking dead."

fucked up dream

Crap... most of it has faded away, but I had one really fucked up dream. I wish I could remember more of the details...

Anyway, I'm on a bed, or really just a bunch of pillows lying on the ground. The setting is sort of a natural cave. For some reason, I know that I'm going to be assaulted by 20 midget assassins. Spears come poking up from between the pillows, and I snap them off. But the worst comes when they assault me hand to hand. I whisk them off their feet and bash their skulls in against some rocks. I can recall smashing the first one's head against a rock over and over again. It takes a surprising amount of work to bash in someone's brains until they stop moving.
Fortunately, midgets don't seem to go in much for group tactics, so I kill them all, one by one.

For my efforts, I win something, or something like that, and a box appears and when I put the midget bodies in it, the midgets are resurrected. So I guess all's well that ends well.

NO MIDGETS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS DREAM!