I Dream of Oldsmobiles

It started about 15 years ago, when I spent the whole night dreaming about Oldsmobiles. Not Oldsmobiles; one Oldsmobile, over and over again. Now it happens a couple times a month. Maybe its 6 hours worth of re-editing one paragraph, or looking in one room for one person. AAARRRGGH.

Last night it was about a new "blogging columnist" at the OC Register and Hugh posting endlessly about her and on and on and on. Foreboding signs of MSM trying to take over the blogosphere? Nah. Just another Oldsmobile dream. Waking can be so sweet.