What dreams are made of

My sub-conscious has sent a message to it. It's told me to chill with the Star Wars for awhile. You know you've surpassed supergeekdom when you have a dream where you're in a landscape that's identical to that of one in Jedi Academy, watching Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine prepare to give a speech to a selected number of galactic dignitaries and you suddenly realize it's a trap and everyone there is going to be slaughtered.

Geek.

In other news it looks like my dream of having a mobile phone integrated into my body isn't so far off. This gives me immense amounts of hope, though I hope the bracelets are fashionable.

Today's sing-a-long: "Apocalypse Please" by Muse

HRH