Last night I dreamt of a beer tree. A mighty oak with cans of beer hung like Christmas ornaments from its limbs.
We started by picking off and drinking the low-hanging beer. As we drank more we had to climb more. People fell down laughing. It was okay.
Then somehow I was running house to house through people’s gardens and everything as some mean people were shooting arrows at me.
I escaped by throwing handfuls of diamonds in their faces.
Then I bought movie tickets for me and Sheila.
I just discovered the real reason Apple discontinued the G4 Cube.
With the touch-sensitive power button on top of the cube, it’s not cat-proof.