Twiddle Me This, Thumblerina

Well -- I bought a playstation 2. and a memory card. and a game.
I am now nerdlinger equipped.

I'm a little guilt ridden.
Job.
Weird stuff.

I wonder if Detroit is on fire yet. No power.
I wonder how many babies are being made.
I wonder how many relationships are being broken.

It's odd. I had a dream I was in New York last night. The ex-whatever was there with her new fiance. A good portion of my friends were there too - and much of the conversation was directed away from the polar regions we two had created at the house...
From there it was onto some weird stairwell scene where I was walking with Gene Wilder down a staircase -- but whenever we were about to round the
corner - I would find myself at the foot of the stairs for that floor...staring up at Gene - who had somehow managed to manifest himself in Woody Allen garb - but with that crazy giveaway Wilder hair and face revealing himself. At the next turn he was John, with an odd Yoko -- and so on -- though I can't recall some of the other famous new yorkers he morphed himself into...

It takes a blackout to stop Kottke, Anil and other A-listers. (apparently it doesn't either) I haven't read Bazima in a while though, so it's still fresh to me...