Craaaaaazy weekend dreams, yall.
Friday: I was at a convention or something and the guest speakers were Scott Grimes, Bob Guiney, & Simon Pegg. Except they had been replaced by homicidal pod people and were super intent on torturing and killing everyone. I managed to escape Faux Bob.
Last night: I was hanging out with the boys from Big Bang Theory. We're driving along some country back-road when I turn around to see a weeping angel. I turn back to the front to warn the boys. I turn back around to find it hanging onto the car, with a silly expression. I manage to keep it in sight (w/out blinking too) til we get back home. Come to find out, the angel is stoned. That works for us because it allows us to get away.