2. I had a dream this morning where I was Bill Cosby's son. (And it wasn't me, jervo - I was actually Bill Cosby's son, meaning I was black.) I had been kidnapped (and there was a great scene here where the dream went from following me to following Bill, holding a shotgun and slowly walking up the street to where he thought the kidnappers were), but I'd also managed to convince my abductor that he should let me go back to work, so as not to arouse suspicion. The kidnapper agreed and dropped me off in front of my office building, which also happened to house a secret NASA office. As I waited in the lobby, hoping the kidnapper would run off, a group of NASA people showed up with gifts for the astronauts and their forthcoming Mars mission. Suddenly the security guards freaked out and the gift-bearers were revealed to be terrorists. I ran out of the building (which now happened to be alongside a beach) and escaped into the forest, while the building collapsed behind me. And then I was simply Bill Cosby's kid again, trying to figure out how to get home.
3. On the Good Evening front, we got a wierd e-mail the other day from some NBC executive asking us to participate in this upcoming American Idol-esque band competition. I have absolutely no idea HOW they found us, or WHY they think we would be appropriate for this show. I'll say this, though - if we end up doing it, and if there's some Simon Cowell-esque douchebag motherfucker who yells at us for not being young enough or hip enough or that our songs aren't catchy enough, I'm going to beat him to death with my guitar.
That's about it. Work's been crazy, Kath's been wonderful, the dogs are still cute as hell and it's too goddamned humid out.