We were singing a karaoke duet of We Go Together from Grease. My partner was doing the words and I was doing all the "chang chang changitty chang shaabops" and such.

I was at the zoo with my infant son. The kid had an enormous, Charlie Brown-like head. His head was so big that I wasn't sure my skinny arms would be able to carry him.

You know how some artists draw the Silver Surfer with little, silver underpants on? Well, there were all these little Silver Surfers and they were all wearing little, silver wife beaters.

There was a platter with a bunch of different kinds of food on it, mostly fruits and vegetables. We were eating them in pairs trying to find combinations that tasted good. Blueberries and water chestnuts was not one of the successful pairs.

My brother and I were at a showing of Zodiac. The movie was good but filled with strange little detours and digressions. The biggest head scratcher was the section of the film set at a pool party that featured a cameo by Jennifer Garner where Fincher laid out his views about breastfeeding.

I read on their blog that they were throwing a party so I decided to drop by. I thought it was a child's birthday party but it turned out to be a Chanukah party. I was severely under dressed in my Batman and Robin t-shirt. Pirogies were served.

I was watching the version of Apocalypse Now that has John Lennon as Capt. Willard.

I’ve had unsettling dreams the last two nights. I’m being chased by mobs or brushed off by cripples. I’m telling people things they already know. I experience moments from my waking life, but the details are different. What was night while awake is day in the dream. I visit places that no longer exist. When we return to the car, the parking meter has expired. Sometimes it’s a moot point because the car’s been stolen or replaced by something small, old, and European. When I wake up I have the love theme from Superman stuck in my head.

I was out in Arizona playing golf with Prince Charles.
We finished the round and he let me keep his ball as a souvenir.

We'd moved into an old house. It was only one story but it was very long because the previous owners had added addition after addition to the back of the house. There was only electricity in the back room, so that's where we set up the drums and the electric guitars. We jammed for awhile. We weren't totally happy with the setup so we started searching for other working outlets. We went through the house testing outlets by plugging a night light shaped like Brigitte Nielsen into them.

I was at an elementary school open house. The orchestra and the chorus were putting on a show in the basement. They performed a censored version of Common People by Pulp. When they'd get around to the line about "dance and drink and screw" they wouldn't sing the word "screw". This upset me, so I started singing along. Soon everyone was singing along. This made the music teacher very unhappy.

Someone had taped some movies off of Cinemax. The tape was cued to the end of a softcore porn movie about a contortionist. Next was the extended director's cut of the Terminator. It was the version that still has all of Richard Dean Anderson's scenes in it. The machines were starting to take over and Richard had inadvertently lead them to the freedom fighting humans' secret hideout. This hideout was very important because it was where the stockpile of all of Jack Kirby's original artwork that they had managed to save was kept. Richard, sensing impeding doom, grabbed a handful of Daredevil and Fantastic Four covers and bolted from the house just minutes before the Robots descended and wiped everyone else out.

After much hassle, I finally made it to the supermarket. The outside was rundown but the inside was pretty impressive. You had to go through in groups. You were shopping but it was also like you were touring the place. It was really early in the morning and I was really hungry. I kept trying to get away from the group so I could eat some food without anyone seeing. I ended up hooking up with John Wayne and Ronald Reagan who were trying to do the same thing. We tried to eat some donuts but there were always people around. Eventually, we came to some sort of breakfast buffet, and we stuffed our faces with french toast. We rationalized our behavior by saying we'd be more likely to buy stuff on a full stomach.

I was hanging out by the T crossing by the Castle Shannon fire hall. I was talking to this other kid. It turned out he was also a cartoonist. It turned out his name was also Nick. This lead to some confusion. I thought it would be best if we referred to one of us as Nick and the other as Nicholas but he insisted on being called Nick and was uncomfortable calling me Nicholas. A girl showed up. We we're both attracted to her. Neither of us knew how to handle that. She wouldn't tell us her name so we referred to her as 'sweet tits'.
That was probably a mistake.

I was hanging out with Ben Folds in his apartment. I had dropped in unexpectedly. I asked him if he knew how we could get our hands on some guns. We played a board game that was kind of like checkers called Curio.

It's Friday afternoon and I'm at my grandmother's house on the South Side. I go to the basement to get a haircut. I want my hair cut short with a little bit left long in the front. Kind of like Tintin. The guy ends up shaving off the sides and back but leaving the top long. Everyone tells me it looks good but I refuse to look in a mirror. I go upstairs to the front bedroom to get a second opinion. I debate the merits of my current look with the new hair stylist. I tell him I wouldn't normally really care what I look like but it's Friday and I have to go to work at TerrorMania and then go to a high school basketball game. I end up being convinced that I look good. I decide to take a shower. Luckily, there's a shower in the front bedroom. I have to move the bed to expose the drain. There are people around and it's an open shower but I don't seem to mind. Later, while putting on my shoes, a woman looks at the bottom of one of my shoes and tells me that it says I've been banned from going to the basketball games because I had gotten too many high school girls pregnant.