stuff.

Last night I had a dream that "Venture Bros." had all along been an incredibly complex, "Watchmen"-esque undertaking that culture in general only recognized as art when, at the end of the sixth season, the last episode involved a nuclear bomb falling and annihilating everyone. It was a terrifying episode, and the first dream I've had about imminent nuclear destruction in a while.

Then I had a dream that anivad and I were taking a typing class taught by Neal Stephenson and William Gibson. I kept failing the final test, and finally she pulled me out of the class to introduce me to her little brother, who was taking Zombie Tennis lessons.

This captivated me.

I now have "Inglourious Basterds" on DVD.

I had a chance to go to Mexico this week with my dad because his wife didn't want to go, but I don't have a passport and I can't get one by Saturday. Boo. Also, I should probably stay here and work and stuff. I will get another chance someday.

Today I am bringing my little brother his computer monitor and then I am bringing my grandmother her Tupperware and we are all going to go out to have pizza.

It is very sunshiny out but also cold.