I'll show you where that toast goes, baby...

I just dreamt that a tank full of man-hating women rolled through my neighborhood firing at houses and people with penises. And they weren't even kissing each other! Damn . . .

As for Wes's Psychedelic Breaktime Funfest: I already have plans to be out of town this weekend, but let's either build a zeppelin in Albia or steal one up here the following Friday. And anytime next week I'm up for anything, although my 8 am jobtime sort of neuters me on the going-to-Albia issue. But I'm up for staying up until 6:55 here and housing people on the couch. And so many goodwills and Slavnation Armies up here full of old electronics...you know you want it.