Over the years we've covered the topic of strange dreams, as we did here. And here. And here. Here's one I had back in 1992. I was trying to explain it to Mojo the other night but couldn't remember the details. Fortunately, I wrote it down (!) because... well, I don't know why I wrote this down. I was in Mexico. The Chinese Red Army stood at the ready across the Rio Grande from where I stood. (Yeah, that would mean the Chi-coms had taken the continental U.S. -- this did not occur to me in the dream.) Anyway, they told me (from the across the river?) that I'd have to leave. They seemed strangely American and each was not dressed in a karate gee. I knew my rights, and demanded to be able to make my one phone call -- to my lawyer, Professor Xavier. Unfortunately I did not know the number. So I dialed 411 and hoped that wouldn't count as my one call. The operator came on and was about to give me the number when I panicked, realizing I had no pen or paper. Then I remembered that Clark Kent was in my entourage. I quickly handed the phone to him because somehow it made perfect sense to me that his superpowers included memorizing phone numbers (but not necessarily evading the Chinese Red Army). Well, there it is. Wacky, sure. But no one had to die to make cheese.

Yesterday my mother and I decided to purchase a chocolate  covered jalpeno pepper for my father to devour.  We purchased this delicous treat at a family owned store called campbell's.  After purchase the next day it seemed to my father like that it would be a great idea to eat this thing.  During the eating process his face turned from plain to red to contorted.  He decide it would be great to eat it throughout the day.

Happened again -- announcer audio fell out of the ballgame broadcast at the 5th inning. Alane and I sat and watched as the Giant scored a run. Then, in the bottom of the 7th, the video cut out and the screen went to black. It came back a moment later... with announcer audio. Not even modulated for chipmunk effect. Feh. Oh well. Inning is over and so are we. Going to bed.

Sitting here watching the game with Pops and Mojo. Best part of it is no announcers! Maybe I can actually enjoy this game now... Mojo also said they should sound like chipmunks. I don't know that could be just as annoying. It would be better if the crowd got paintball guns to shoot at the players.

Up a little late tonight to watch the baseball game. Normally I would've crapped out mid-game but this one was a real treat -- starting in the 5th inning the audio feed from the announcers cut out, leaving just the stadium noise. Up until that point I'd been web surfing with the game chatter mostly ignored in the background. Once the insufferable announcers were muted I found myself... watching the game. I definitely found it more enjoyable without all the hyped-up nonsense. Maybe they'll broadcast the rest of the series that way!

Getting cold these days -- had to unhook the garden hoses this week and close the valves from the basement. I think there was a frost last night. I do have another solar bag and would love to get it airborne before the weather goes completely arctic.

I remade the video of our first solar bag expedition, done about a year ago. Heh, we were still wearing shorts this time last year.

We're up a little late this Friday night. Back in the Ice Room we were just chillaxing, with Alane and Mojo reading, Cookie lounging, and me playing videos on my tablet. I couldn't help myself, I had to play King Missile's Detachable Penis. Mojo apparently never heard this before (good) and he found it hysterically funny.

Well, it is.

I also finally put together the video from last week's Zombie Hayride. Here it is:


I want to drive that rig through my neighborhood. It's party time, chumps!

Went last night to a neighboring town's pumpkin-fest. Along with the typical array of autumnal family fun, they had a good old fashioned haunted hayride through the woods... complete with zombies that come lumbering out from the trees to attack you... and you fend them off with the paintball guns mounted on the gunwales.

It's not often that find myself muttering "now that's a great friggin idea." This was one of those times.

It was chilly, and the line was long, but we shot many zombies and had many laughs. On our way out we stopped at the Italian bakery to get some cannoli for Cookie. Behind the counter I could see a giant metal bowl of cannoli cream through the glass door of the refrigerator. I wanted to put my face in it.

"Do you ever sell the cream alone? I can't eat the shell."

Yep. That was one of the more decadent things I've ever done, sitting on the sofa last night eating cannoli cream by the spoonful. And I'd do it again.

As I started saying this morning, the electioneering is quite depressing. What with all the avoidance of dread reality. So thank goodness for Joe Biden! I believe it was Nikita Kruschev who first predicted that socialism would bury us. All Biden forgot to do was bang his shoe like a gavel to complete the circle!

Kruschev wasn't the only one foreseeing a long winter of discontent.

It's that time of the year. Baseball season is over -- nothing to watch on ESPN3. Nights are stacked with homework and school plans. And the mailboxes are filled with wacky political ads. My favorite one so far speculates on how awful the world would be today if GM had been allowed to go bankrupt.

Uh, Earth to prez: GM did go bankrupt.

I think what central-planning really meant to say is "thanks for all the cash, taxpaying suckas!"

Let's see, there are also non-stop ads from Sherrod "Big Lie" Brown, Ohio's unreconstructed bolshevik museum-piece. And there are looped ads set to play at the start of every Minecraft video on Youtube -- something that makes me laugh all the time because I'm pretty sure I already know how Da Chimpz plan to vote. (I wish they had interest in math the way they have interest in Minecraft.)

Anyway, I eagerly await Steve's expressions of disgust over Glorious People's Revolution experiment our country is now eyeball-deep in. We've heard from Pravda -- they say everything is swell! Now we need to hear from Steve. Or from Bazzukajoe -- he almost certainly saw something ridiculous on I-95 recently.