There's a video clip of Chuck Norris reading some of his own "facts" and he says one of his favorites is "When the Boogey Man goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris".

If anyone were to go by the tree between the east gorge bridges and the path around the lake ((small one near the map pin that sits on the cliff that juts out a bit)) They would see a new carving, a large heart with James + Lily in the center.

Last night I had one of Those dreams.

It was normal life. I was hurrying along my business, and just before I entered a building for an appointment I noticed a young boy, maybe 5 or 6 years old, standing by the door. I'd been eating some chocolate, and didn't want the rest, so I gave it to him. In return, he gave me his baseball cap. I then proceeded into the building and found the room I was meant to be in, occupied by five or six other people. That's where things got strange.

A man stood up and said that I wasn't supposed to be there. He was quite agitated about the situation, but not hostile. I said sorry, and that I would leave and find the proper place, when the room lifted into the air and began to fly through the air in a long chain of similar rooms linked by ropes. He continued repeating that I had to leave, I had to get out of there, that I wasn't supposed to be on that air-train, but I didn't know how to get down. He said he'd help me any way he could, and moved to a panel in the wall. I moved to the entrance, and slid out along one of the ropes, holding it with my arms as I dangled 30 or 40 feet above the ground. Slowly, the entire train started to move towards the ground, and when it was a 5 or 6 foot drop I let go, landing hard and stumbling to my feet.

I glanced back just in time to see the train continuing to descend, heading for a crash landing in the middle of the street. There were woods nearby, so I ran. As soon as I found a slight dip in the terrain, I flung myself to the ground, and felt the wave and heat of the crash wash over me. I got up and kept running, desperate to put distance between myself and the crash. As I ran, the world melted away. The colors became less saturated, the hour turning from noon to dusk as the temperature dropped and cold rain started to fall. My possessions vanished, except for a t-shirt and shorts. I was barefoot, stumbling through these strange woods.

I started to find relics of the world that had been destroyed by the crash. Little things, mementos and common household objects. I started to pick them up. I found a jacket, and stuffed the pockets with anything I deemed useful. I found the boy's cap, which had separated from me during the melting away of the world, and put it on my head to keep off the rain.

Eventually, I found a cave, and entered. More objects were strewn about here, but my pockets were full so I continued deeper. Eventually, I saw a light up ahead, and the terrain changed from rough-hewn rock to constructed masonry. I was entering an ancient temple. A plaque stood in front of me, at the top of a flight of stairs, and I read it. It was a list of questions, questions about life as it had been in the world before it went away. I knew all the answers. As I stood there, a woman was forced up the stairs, crying; she had failed the test, and she would not be allowed to stay at the temple. I went down the stairs.

I passed the test, and found a small complex of rooms containing 20-30 people - survivors of whatever had taken place. They told me this was the only shelter, the only safe place left in the world. I noticed a door in the wall, and stepped over to it. They told me not to open it, but I did. I was greeted with sunlight, and the world as it was before. Then I woke up.

I ordered my first Dorito's Locos Taco tonight.
The drive-through cashier drops the receipt, and without hesitation, jumps out the window, over the hood of our car and squishes himself painfully between our car and the brick wall to grab the fallen useless paper. Then just as quick, he hops back over our car and swings himself through the drive-through window back into Taco Bell.
What.
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Btw, Dru, your dog is precious. :O

(Just to clarify, I'm American, so when I say pants I'm referring to trousers.)