Two dreams, three links, and an icon

Two dreams I remember from last night.

In the first, I was going out riding with a motorcycle club, and we were all standing around before we left. Come time to go, it took me too long to gear up and start up my bike, and I got left behind.

In the second, I'd finished dinner at a restaurant with my mom, Shauna, and John Cleese, and was talking with Mr. Cleese. He was much taller than I thought he'd be--at least 6'4"--with a head full of dark hair, and a much weaker British accent than in his movies. We then all left via a large revolving door.

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duhreetoh's sketches are amazing. Entertaining, creative, and can you do photorealism with a pencil?

And this is just fucked up. "Yeah, we didn't have just cause, and we won't return your calls, and we acknowledge that you're the owners of these motorcycles, but you're still not getting them back, because these numbers are iffy. Tough luck, pal."

Oh, and don't miss President Bush on "tribal sovereignty." (short .mp3)

...hahaha!