It seemed like a lot of people, yesterday, asked me how my day was going. Possibly this happens all the time, but I particularly noticed it yesterday because the only 100% honest, full-disclosure answer would've been to say, "Well, I've had Space Lord stuck in my head since I woke up." (Keep watching at least until the dancing girls and the ejaculatory fireworks. And the lightbulb suit.)

On the other hand, at least I don't have a subconscious like Anthony. Who has dreams where he has to make a rhyming couplet in iambic pentameter summarising Polonius. ("Sort of an obit," he says.)