I was supposed to see The Life Aquatic last night with Steve but SNAFUs happened and by the time we got to the ticket counter, it was sold out.
So we came back the 'Point and had some drinks and a very long discussion about ideal pop songs and the merits of U2 and why William Wegman's weimaraners are so sad: "Oh, look, I'm wearing a dress. Alas. Siiiiiigh."
And I came back home to write a long entry but I couldn't get on to the internet and so I went to sleep and a really long and involved dream that has left me so very shook up that I can't write anything right now because I have to put my brain back together, so hang in there and I'll be back tonight with your normal broadcast.