1) I had a cold all weekend long, which meant NyQuil shots, which meant weird dreams. Friday night’s was a corker: Harlan Ellison was pursuing me through the library on the cover of Dangerous Visions, all the while threatening to punch large holes in me, the same way he did to the Viet Cong back in his assassin days. There was so much wrong with that dream that I was glad when the face-eating cannibals appeared.
2) Watched Hotel Rwanda. I think a double feature of that and Sometimes in April should be required viewing for all talk radio listeners.