I'm as serious as a Hefty bag full of Rottweilers.

I dreamed I introduced my friends to The Middleman last night. Not The Middleman (if only I'd gotten the chance) but the actual, lifesize, milk-drinking, Eisenhower-jacketed, Navy SEAL Boy Scout Middleman. I so wish I could remember what the heck was going on that required his presence, but all that's left is me, him, and my friends, standing in a loose circle with me introducing them to him just like I introduced them to my relatives at graduation. And then them asking what his real name was, and having a slightly awkward moment until I said something along the lines of "Just call him MM." Let me tell you though, folks, he is tall.

Anyway, aside from that, not much to report. I went to Blockbuster the other day and have finally gotten around to seeing Milk and Fido like I'd been meaning too. Both films are superb, in their very different ways. The desire to see Star Trek a second time is becoming increasingly piercing. If I have time I might try to see it today, we'll see if I can fit it in between vaccuuming, dusting, making cookies, and holy crap, if I was any more domestic I'd have to change my name to Betty Crocker. Don't worry, I'll be tossing myself into the job market soon enough, just indulging in a little homebody-ness.