Last night, I had that dream again. I dreamt I had to take a test, in a Dairy Queen, on another planet.

I've never really had a hobby, unless you count art, which the IRS once told me I had to declare as a hobby since I hadn't made money with it.

There are plenty of ways you can play the game of fighting and really seem to be fighting without going for the jugular.

History is an angel being blown backwards into the future

And there was a beutiful view But nobody could see Cause everybody on the island Was saying Look at me! Look at me.

The audience creates its own personality, I've noticed, in the first five minutes. They will either be generous, funny, silly, withholding, academic, analytical, grudging. And I'm fascinated with how that gets constructed, because it happens right away.

So many things have happened to me in my life that I could be phobic about.