I Dreamed Last Night . . . But It Weren`t No Boat to Heaven

One of the cool side effects of coming down off of deadline sleep depravation is the quality of dreams that come on afterwards. So last night I was driving around in a stop motion car ala Norman McLaren`s Neighbors or that McLaren inspired short Viscous Cycles that I saw on Jack Paar. Sliding along the road on my butt cutting in an out of traffic with Fred Ladd in the back seat giving me directions that got us even more lost.

I was worried about crashing into other cars because I was out there in the open sliding on my butt over the pavement at very high speeds and everybody else was driving Hummers and other UAVs. For some reason I was not worried about wearing out the seat of my pants but then it was a dream.

I am definitely ready for Comic Con, are you?

We are in Booth 5473 way down on the left end of the convention center. Come by and buy Cels and books and DVDs and join ASIFA-Hollywood or renew your membership or even have your caricature drawn. Or just stop by and see who is around.  ¶ 9:46 AM