last night i had a dream that i was approached by ishtar, isis, and odin. they took me out to lunch and we sat on the terrazzo. isis was smoking a cigarette wtih a long, audrey hepburn-type studded cigarette holder and odin kept slamming his fist down on the table demanding more mead. eventually they quit stalling and got around to why we were there, and told me they wanted to hire me for a contract killing.

i took a sip from my cappuccino and asked who they wanted rubbed out. as it turned out, jesus had gone completely powermad and was killing other gods and goddesses right and left. "he must be stopped," said ishtar, "and we think you're the one to do it." i gnawed on my biscotti thoughtfully. the three of them seemed really nice, and i wanted to help them out, but i really wasn't sure that i was capable of deicide, and i was about to tell them that when my alarm went off and i woke up.

anyone who's offended by that, remember, i can't help what i dream. my subconscious is completely beyond my control, and no amount of groundings or discipline has kept it from acting out.

in completely non sequitur news, here are some photos of the feline population in my household, which recently doubled in size: