who will wrestle the Wolfman?

Quite an exciting Halloween weekend, as I'm sure tonight will be. Had the pleasure of hanging out with Gallager, Ryan Atwood, 1UP, the Little Red Hen, Andy Warhol, Brigit Neilssen, Flavor Flav, some commuter chicks, Ace Ventura, a dead baby, and a fairy. No hobby horses though.

I'm excited because I think I'm somehow experiencing some psychic conditioning in preparation for my foray into Astrocartography. This morning I dreamt that I'd been selected by NASA through some random process to serve as the test pilot for a new automated spacecraft that would eventually be used to shuttle scientists to Mars. My test trip was a short run to the Moon. Details of the voyage are sketchy in my memory, but I do remember a feeling of dread and lonliness as the triangular landing pod descended to the lunar surface. Also I remember the vast silence of the ship, which was a mass of blue steel, and the ridiculous flimsy seat belt that I fastened around myself to prepare for reentry. I was vaguely excited as I returned home safely, but landing at the space center was exactly like coming down from something strong. After I woke up, I kept thinking the word 'triskaidekaphobia' to myself over and over.