I had a dream last night that I hung out with Woody Allen. All I remember was that he was married to Mia Farrow (that’s how I’m sure it was a dream) and that they lived in my dead grandparents’ house (or was it?!).

Anyway, he never mentioned Cassandra’s Dream by name, but it was Woody Allen and it was a dream, so I got the message. Leave it to Woody to make viral marketing subtle and classy. Kudos to you, Mr. Allen. Kudos to you.

I have a fan.

If you’re interested, I’ll be live-blogging the State of the Union address for Indecision 2008 starting around 8:45pm EST.

I got a new toothbrush yesterday.

UPDATE:

Due to popular demand, here’s some dental pr0n:

I had to fix a crashed database on here and figured this was a good time to put up the first post since June. Here’s what I’ve been up to since then…

• Left Offsprung

• Killed Junkiness

• Abandoned my bid for the GOP presidential nomination in light of Spaghetti-Gate

• Got lazy with Baby Roadies

• Started an AMG blog

• Avenged the death of Robert Goulet

• Murdered Evel Knievel

• Lost like 50 lbs.

• Wrote a bunch of stuff for the Indecision 2008 Blog (I do about 20-30% of the Cubby Chaser posts)

So maybe I’ll start posting here often-ish again. Or maybe I’ll focus more of my attention on training for the World Series of Pogs. It’s in God’s hands now.