Friday, July 17, 2015


OH SHIT! Long ago I had a horrifying dream, although I awoke laughing my ass off. And in it, I was running from undead beavers. It goes like this, I am running from them and, in a stroke of genius, I hole up in a wooden house. Which they take out in no time, because that’s what beavers do. But just at the end of the dream, before I woke up, I glanced at myself in the mirror, where I realized why they were chasing me. I was Pinnochio. In other words, made of wood. And now they’re making my nightmare into a movie. I expect royalties.