Maybe I should have thrown a smiley face in there. Sometimes my weird sense of humor ends up just being weird.

I didn't dream about the Cellar last night for once.

I was in the US though - at a college there that sells degrees. Richard Hammond (Top Gear) and I were investigating claims that one of The Apprentice candidates from this year bought her degree there. I was hiding in a really tall tree in campus gathering evidence and Diz was with me. He isn't used to being in trees and fell off, landing about 100 feet below. I figured as he is such a light cat he would be ok, and he did trot off quite happily.

Cellarfornia dreamin'
(The Mofos and the Po-pos)

If you're going to Cellarfornia better get a good price for Mr Tumnus...

That's how I know it's ok to stalk, I mean, talk to you...:D

What's so wrong about this?
Isn't this what every woman dreams of?

I have never, I repeat, never, dreamed of Pac-man sitting on my bedside table. :headshake

Jinx has a pompadour!
Must be all the protein from that facemask, it gets everywhere you know.

I had a horrible dream last night.

I was married to some dude that wasn't Dazza, and he was supposed to pick the kids up, but he didn't and then I found out that some chick he'd been fucking was supposed to have picked them up, but then my neighbour (one of the good ones) picked them up at 11pm after finding them hiding in the school yard.

Then we were having this argument on top of a building in the city and the kids were there. We heard an explosion and he said, "that's the fourth floor being blown out". The argument just went on like nothing had happened, and then all of a sudden the building started toppling. The last thing I remember in the dream was screaming, "I love you" to my kids as the skyline when all skewed and and then we were all headed for the ground.

I believe that's a towel wrapped around my hair. And is that... cucumbers on my eyes? Flint, you think of everything.

wish we could make this dream into reality!

I must admit I remember one Cellar dream. For some reason we were all meeting somewhere, and each dwellar had his/her own booth, like a convention. And it was huge, not unlike a Chinese job fair. I was looking for one person in particular, and I saw him. He had on a hat with his name on it. Not his real name, his Cellar name. That's all I remember. Oh, and then we had wild sex. Yeah.

but, i don't wear hats.

I had to draw one on in MSPaint.

I think the next Whale Penis has emerged.