A sign I need to stop watching so much syndicated Friends
Last night I had a dream involving the cast of Friends. We were in some sort of castle/manor house. Ross and Rachel were having some sort of spat. I was upstairs comforting Ross, which involved a lot of sympathetic nodding and shoulder patting while he whined. Rachel kept walking by in a jealous manner. I felt like, "Hey, you can totally take over when ever you want." Finally, I escaped and went downstairs where it was a lot cooler because of a draft. (I remember the most random things from dreams.) Joey, Chandler, Monica and Phoebe were downstairs playing a card game. And, Scott Collins, you were there. I think you were wearing a plaid shirt. That's all I remember.

Free wine and cheese
I went to Missouri alumni function at the New School tonight. It was about investigative journalism and business reporting, so, yes, I went for the free wine and cheese. The alumni reception had a typically poor turn out. I got blown off by two journalism socialites my age. They can bite my ass. (If you want names, you will have to e-mail me privately.)