So I was riding around on one of those lay-down bikes. I don't know why I had a lay-down bike, but I did. Probably spent a bundle on it. Anyway, I rode the thing to work, and it was pretty sweet. Dawne's kids were still around and sometimes they would ride around on my bike with me. As in, I would drive, and they'd ride on the running boards.

So this one guy, as I was about to leave from my garage, this one guy, who was super hardcore about lay-down bicycles, told me that I was riding on the wrong side. I had been sort of draping myself over the top, and that seemed to work well enough, but he was like "no way man; you gotta strap yourself into the bottom. See how that bar is shaped? Your legs fit right under there". At first I was all hesitant, but then I tried it and sure enough, it felt so much more natural, and I went super fast all over and it was sweet.

Last night I had a dream that it was testing day at Widen. Uriah and Bryan were trying to get me to test some app that had a grid with some cells having blue links in them. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with it, so me and some new developer spent the day building a treehouse or something instead.

And there was this critter, sitting in a class or something. With crazy people. They thought he was sick, and, like, they were like ok, we're shooting you, for everyone's 'protektion'. Fortunately there was this righteous police lady there that stood up for him and blew chunks of fabulous photography throughout ain air of destinous decadance.

Apparently last.fm decided I ought to get super pumped right about now.