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Last night I had this dream that I was having a steak dinner at this quaint old hotel looking building out in the middle of nowhere. First the medium rare steaks were served, then the rare. I, of course, had ordered well done (charred meat, baby!), and before I was served, all hell broke loose.



The dining hall transforms into something from a joint Alfred Hitchcock/Clive Barker fever dream. Out of nowhere, a red handle about a foot long appeared in my hand. On a table in front of me was a large hatchet blade that attached itself to the handle I was holding. I looked up and said "Let me guess, we're supposed to kill each other."



A disembodied voice, in a raspy whisper, replied "Yes." That whisper sounded exactly like the whispers you hear from the black slime and from some of the ghosts in the Ghostbusters video game. In fact, it sounded just like the voices in the Sedgewick kitchen that says "The food is mediocre and the service is atrocious."



So yeah, I think I'm gonna lay off the proton slinging for a while. I mean, it's not like I haven't finished the game. It's just so addicting!

There was a time that I could walk around comfortably wearing long pants in 100 degree weather. In recent years, not so much. I guess I'm getting old.



Summer is my time. I was born in the summer, and critters like me love warm, tropical climates. I guess I've been with a cold loving creature for so long that she's rubbed off on me. When I start to wilt in 90 degree heat, I know it's time to stop.



But still, there's something about a warm day with clear blue skies and the sun shining. Besides, this is the perfect weather for cooking meat over an open flame!



Mmmmmm, charred meat........