Dude was totally down-to-earth, totally cool to talk to. I mean, I wouldn't say it was like we knew each other forever upon the first few minutes of talking, but we were totally comfortable, and things just kind of got deep and glided along with ease. That could very well have been part of his shtick, I realize, but still, I'd much rather deal with someone who just kind of lets his ideas flow than someone with whom you have to yank them out. Of course, two of my Wookie pals are champing at the bit for details details details, but I don't know how to describe it. Maybe I'll make them wait for the article next week. Heh.

In other news, I had another one of my fucked-up dreams this morning. The details are a little fuzzy at this point, but part of it was about me being in a class, and the class took a bus to the frontlines of a battle in the Middle East, only it wasn't the Middle East -- it was in China or Tibet or something. One of my uncles was there, as were a bunch of my younger cousins, and I was begging him not to make me go out and watch the carnage. But he said I had to and that the carnage was only a small part of the whole experience. And everyone was fighting with machetes. Figure THAT one out. And I didn't eat anything late, either.