(Two quick links:
Guest-posting at Chris Illuminati’s site, revealing the top 9 games to play with toddlers.
The second Who Shot Mamba? teaser is up and running on the Facebook Page, and that’s the only place you’ll see it until next week.)
I almost wrote something kinda deep and self-analytical today, but after a night of having dreams about being accused of terrorism and not being allowed to graduate high school, I decided it can wait.
It’s a valid topic, but I want to think about it more. Plus, Bjorn from Half Broke Hotel hit me up on Facebook with this.
Last night, I really had a dream with Bill Walton in it and I asked him what it was like to work with you. He said he was never sure that you knew what you were talking about, but thinks he liked it. Then the roof of the old house we were standing on collapsed and other stuff started happening.
Can someone analyze this, and also what does it mean that I’m kinda jealous I wasn’t on the roof, also -
