ita alert - I almost ran into Dave Chapelle just now. Literally. M & I were walking out of the Washbag, and his kids were being cute and gambolling on the sidewalk, so I was watching them and almost ran smack into Mr. Chapelle's chest. He was very cool about the inadvertent almost-tacklage, but I was so flustered I forgot to ask him if he knew you.

But, hey. Dave Chapelle. Pretty cool (and tall) dude.

If you've ever wanted to see a guy lick his own eyeballs, here you go.

If you've ever wanted to see a guy lick his own eyeballs

No. But thanks anyway.

Oh! Dave!

I got nothing intelligible to say on the subject.

If it helps, tommy, he is by no means an attractive fellow, and even his fascinating talent does not spur in me an urge to bed him.

Oh, that doesn't help? Okay.

So, nobody else cares that that old dude can pull his lower lip up over his nose?

I just woke up from a nap. I dreamed my cordless drill needs recharging. It's possible this is the most useful dream I've ever had.

But does it really need it?

The thing is, I just don't know - it's been a week since I charged it. I could just not charge it to test the accuracy of my dream, but why take the chance of it not working when I need it to?

Blueberry scone and English Breakfast tea:

Pop culture blindspots. Not all belonging to one person. I must admit, I share more than one...and I wouldn't call not having seen Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas that big a deal. Not like not having seen any Star Wars movie.

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I could just not charge it to test the accuracy of my dream, but why take the chance of it not working when I need it to?

Need for truth, that's why!