I dreamed tonight that for some reason, I took a surprise flight from a friend (don't know who), and then a long train ride, and suddenly I was in Oklahoma.

It may be a good place to state that I have no idea IRL what Oklahoma looks like or why was I even there: I met my mom and my aunt (who lives in Arizona) there, and was disturbed by two things: One, that I needed cloths and such. That was a surprise trip, I didn't know where I'll be heading and for how long and only had literally the cloths on me. Two, of course, was "where the hell is Oklahoma on the map, and where does the nearest Buffista lives?".

But my Oklahoma dream was very beautiful, very green and big and for some reason, with a deserty training base in it.

About 8 years ago I gave up and stopped trying to understand my dreams. This is just an mild example of why.

Loki got lost in the duvet again. At 3 am.

Waking up because your blanket is looming over your face and meeping is disconcerting, to say the least.

Dude, you named the cat Loki.

I woke up with Jasmine parked on my chest. Sixty-five pounds of Lab is very warm, to be sure, but kind of an impediment to, you know, breathing.

I just decided that I want chicken vindaloo for lunch. The only problem? Lunch isn't for two hours yet. Crap.

ION, fifty strange buildings.

I didn't have a choice!

He's managed to do this 3 times now.

Here's a good summary of publishing industry clusterfuck: [link]

Yikes.

People! It is very slow at work today! Please to be posting more!

On that note, I give you space beer: [link]

Boy, imagine if book sales hadn't increased.

space beer:

Neat! Only this:

There's really no beer like it because it uses 100 percent barley.

is very very sadly wrong and makes the baby Saint Gambrinus cry.