Uh-oh. I had another RinkWorks dream last night, and it was not good. I found myself in Washington D.C., hundreds of miles away from where I live, for no apparent reason. I managed to stumble on the convention, however, so it was okay...or so I thought. When I got there, everyone was standing around akwardly, unable to communicate in real life. Eventually, people started having to take turns at a laptop and post on the Forum to communicate. Ugh. Suddenly, Dave popped out of nowhere and said "Well, now that you're here I'll have to kick you HAHAHAHA-beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeeep..." I woke up in a cold sweat, rolled over, and hit the alarm reset button. I hope the real convention is nothing like this...I think I liked the first dream better.

Cor"'Beware, Sam!' said the old woman. 'Beware the Ides of August!'"rino