The WAMBAG

I keep forgetting that August 31st exists for some reason. I know, it’s kind of sad considering how I’ve seen over two dozen Augusts already, and they don’t really change that often like with February. And yet, it happens. I get to August 30th and I think that’s it for the summer.

Maybe because this whole back-to-back 31-day-months thing with July keeps throwing me off every year. I thought it was September already today, so I brought my September Metropass with me and left the August one at home.

Excellent work, brain. I’m going to stab you with a Q-Tip when I get back.

- Have you all been watching Important Things with Demetri Martin? Because you should.

- At first I thought this brand new KFC Skinwich was actually a real item. But I think I believed it was real only because I wanted it to be real. But then I started looking at the the locations of the alleged prototype stores wanting to plan roadtrips to them…and it was then I realized that I had been tricked.

A hoax! On the internet! Who would have thought!?!

My heart…it is now broken. Figuratively speaking at least, not in a real physical way like if I had actually eaten one of these.

- I’m pretty sure this Three Okami Sun shirt is pretty much the most ironically awesome thing you could ever get at a comic convention. Conventions are always tricky like that, forever balancing the line that separates irony from ignorance. Including Amaterasu as a character in Marvel vs. Capcom 3 is also one of the cooler video game happenings in recent memory…or at least it would be if I gave a shit about that game. Fuck that game. My hate is pure and it is strong.

- Scott Pilgrim vs. The Matrix is a trailer mash-up combining…uh…well, Scott Pilgrim and The Matrix. I post it only because I think it’s one of the better edited ones I’ve seen recently, although how it ranks up against this Dumb & Dumber one is still something I’m undecided on. By the way, Scott Pilgrim’s weekend gross halved again to $2.5 million, the same weekend that saw this generation’s Heat debut at #1 with $20.5 million. Also, in two weeks Vampires Suck ($20 million budget + a couple bucks for a dozen television spots) has already managed to earn more than Scott Pilgrim ($60 million budget + probable $100+ million in marketing) has in three. Hi-larious! This is why we can never have nice things.

To be honest though, the more I hear about Takers the more I want to watch it. The day that black people stop remaking old white movies with rap and pop stars will be a sad, sad day indeed. There is no one rooting harder for TI’s acting career to take off than I. Why? Because I want him to play the inevitable titular role in Citizen Keyon, a roman a clef examining the life and legacy of a wealthy rap mogul who cryptically pines for his old ghetto blaster while on his deathbed.

Also, it is a comedy.

Roses are red, violets are blue…fuck you whore.

Something incredibly momentous happened in The Life of Yak this past weekend.

Well I got really drunk and woke up a quarter million in debt, but that is a separate thing and we will save that for retelling at a later time. There may or may not have been some blackjack involved, I can’t say.

But the big news is that I found my cheque book again, and I wrote a cheque. I have now, in my life, written three cheques (plus one void cheque that I gave to the bank for payroll purposes). I now have 96 blank cheques left to write until I must order new cheques. One in 2006, one in 2007, and now one in 2010.

My life is so crazy!

“Kitty, what did my father used to say to me?”
“‘You’re losing your hair.’”
“Before that.”
“‘Get out.’”
“He said ‘You can print money, manufacture diamonds, and people are a dime a dozen, but they’ll always need land. It’s the one thing they’re not making any more of.’”

Sometime early this week, I yawned so hard that I think I pulled a muscle. My jaw still doesn’t work properly, and it is somewhat unpleasant whenever I eat. I think this is probably one of the sadder injuries a human being can sustain, along with groin pulls. There’s just something really sad about groin pulls, probably just because it involves your groin.

I think I need a doctor.

- Advertisements for fake movies continue to be some of my absolute favourite things to find on the internet. And these fake Lucas Lee movie posters for Scott Pilgrim vs. The World fit the bill exactly. I mean, these are legitimately really well done movie posters. They probably blew $100 million plus on pitch perfect marketing for this movie…and it still Bob-ombed (LOL). The shame of it is that the target audience for this movie probably loved it…only the target audience is probably like the span of geeky people (males) in their late 20’s/early 30’s that make up perhaps 5% of the total demographic, and probably only make up like 0.05% of the market’s purchasing power. The same guys that will champion your property to the top of pop culture and social consciousness are unfortunately also the same guys who illegally download all their stuff over the internet and are too lazy to contribute anything to the world economically. They’re probably the same guys who love Conan too. Well, I enjoyed it at least. And hopefully people enjoy Scott Pilgrim vs. The Animation too.

Also the soundtrack is totally boss, you guys need to jump on that ayesap, AIGHT HOMESKILLETS?

- The lacrosse hidden ball trick, whoa! I wonder if there is a way to pull this off in softball…hmm…nope, there is not. Idea dismissed.

- I think this story about a psycho nugget-craving Ohio woman is pretty old, even though the video was only released recently. But I don’t think there’s any of them worth watching over this one. What a brilliant, haunting performance.

- This video is called Flower Warfare, and it is quite enjoyable on a number of different levels. They have a bunch of spiffy videos – I invite you to discover them for yourself. Things are almost more rewarding that way, I find.

THE GOOD NEWS IS…YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE
THE BAD NEWS IS HE IS GOING TO KILL YOU

Ever since I have set Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien as my alarm, I have been waking up with a chuckle every morning. It is pretty awesome, you should do it. Actually you should not, because it’s my idea and I don’t want you stealing it, but still…rhetorically, you should do it. The trumpets…it’s the trumpets that kill me.

I am also very well aware that I am probably like the one hundred billionth person to have done this, but since I am the first to publish it here, it is technically a completely new original idea in the eyes of the world.

Next post: my secret idea for a remote control that may enable you to change television channels…from a distance. Patent pending, don’t steal it!

In an effort to distract you from the fact that I have been unable to avoid writing about Inception for like nine straight posts, I would like to draw your attention to the third installment of D&D Monster Man. I think there are at least like four now, but I like this one the best. I’ll leave it up to you to find the rest if you like. I don’t know, I think it’s pretty good, especially if you’re a fan of watching a fat white guy scream for four minutes. This is such a simple and dumb idea, but I love it. Also, watch out for the destrachan – that one’s a doozy.

I wonder what a dickwolf sounds like.

Don’t make this weird.

Today is the eighth anniversary of The WAMBAG’s first post.

(Actually, it was last Thursday, but I am writing this post as if I had actually remembered this site’s anniversary for once, and wasn’t writing about my supergay dreams instead. Indulge me, please.)

Ah, what a wonderful Thursday it is, today.

I never know what to write for these posts…even drawing attention to it seems overly self indulgent and shameful for some reason. Regardless, every year I feel obligated to acknowledge the fact that this site has become another year older. I go back over all the previous anniversary posts, partly to reminisce and to find perspective anew for another year…but really mostly to see if I can just copy and paste previous chunks so that I don’t need to write something new.

But we’ve never really had a problem with not having anything to write about, have we? Eight years of this now. Eight years of…what? Something to be proud of or something that should shame us? I really don’t know. There’s no answer. The WAMBAG is purposeless. That has been our mandate from Day One, and so it will continue to be. Without purpose, there is nothing to accomplish, no goal to reach. And so there will never be a standard to exceed or to disappoint. All that can be said about The WAMBAG is that it exists.

I think that’s why I always have difficulty remembering this date and its significance – though I honestly have trouble even remembering my own birthday. People around me are always more interested in celebrating it than I ever am. Another year older, unchanged. Another year to come, likely the same as the last. No proud past accomplishments to commemorate, no exciting prospects to look forward to. Is this something to celebrate? Is this something even worth drawing attention to? Maybe there’s a reason I always forget about the first nine days of August, year after year after year.

I remember hitting the three and four year milestones and thinking about how ridiculous it was that we had gone that long already…and now we’re at eight years, still doing the same things. This is an extremely old blog, especially in Internet Years. And exceptionally well updated too (although never with exceptional content) for a personal blog with no readership. But perhaps it wouldn’t be completely fair to compare this site with just any personal blog…I mean, it is after all a group blog, with five separate authors all sharing the posting equally.

I mean it’s not like there’s just one guy posting over and over and over and over and over again like most blogs, right?

I have realized now, after years and years, that this will just never stop. There is no external force that acts on this blog, no force holding it in place or driving it forward. This is a completely internally driven, closed system…this is a perpetual motion machine in blog form. Eight years? Wake me up when we hit 20 and we’re still putting stuff up here during respites in the Cyber Zombie Apocalypse. Long after the stars burn out and the queens stop questing and the orange stops toasting…The WAMBAG will stand. It will stand unchanged year after year. It will continue to stand for nothing and will accomplish nothing and it will ask for nothing in return.

And year after year, I will still forget its anniversary. I am rather fond of this hole in my memory, and I don’t feel the need to change this.

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

I had a dream yesterday, which is a pretty rare occasion for me. This one in particular was weirdly detailed and I remember most of it. So I will post about it here because I can, and you will read it because you are bored.

I was in a movie. Not as an actor in a movie, but I was living the part in the movie, yet also simultaneously aware it was a movie. I’m sure that’s happened to everyone, right? But dreams feel real when you’re in them. It’s only when you wake up that you realize something was actually strange. But even when I woke, I was so convinced this was an actual movie that I was just remembering again (even though I was in the movie) that I had to look it up on IMDB this morning just to convince myself it wasn’t actually real. (It was not real.)

It was a baseball movie (SURPRISE!), with a romantic comedy angle in the same vein as Bull Durham. It was a story of two hotshot prospects in the Chicago Cubs system (my self-named pitcher in MLB: The Show was recently traded to the Cubs) struggling to make it to the big leagues…and also to make it…at love. One white, one black – and they originally hate each other as rivals until they gain a begrudging respect for each other throughout the movie and ultimately work together to accomplish more than they could individually. So there was some wacky buddy cop stuff in there too.

The black prospect was Wesley Snipes, straight out of Major League. The white prospect was Will Ferrell. Michael Clark Duncan played Frank Thomas, who had retired and taken up a job as a manager for Chicago’s minor league team. I don’t know why he would be working with the Cubs instead of the White Sox, but in the dream everything made sense. You can already play out most of this hypothetical movie in your mind – no wonder I was so convinced it was real when I woke up.

I played the role of the silent bench coach, Frank Thomas’ right hand man, the guy that shadowed him throughout the movie, and to whom he would constantly drop profound nuggets of Morgan Freemanisms to throughout the movie. Like “making love is just like a hitting a baseball…you just gotta relax and concentrate” or something, I don’t know.

The actual dream itself was just a highlight package of all the stereotypical scenes…really just a lot of bits where Will Ferrell screams at someone, Wesley Snipes drops some awesome sounding but ultimately nonsensical one liners (“some motherfucker always tryin to ice skate uphill”), overly dramatic games, hidden ball tricks, the classic team infighting scene followed by a slow teamwork building montage culminated with a big mass high five…you’ve seen this movie before, you just don’t know it.

Running With Baserunners. That was the title of the movie. It certainly sounds basebally, but I don’t think the term actually means anything. Most of it has blurred away now, but the only thing I really still vividly remember is how much it made me want to dissolve my father’s empire.

Now that we have filled the daily quota for Inception jokes, let us continue with the rest of the post.

- Did you hear about this story where a man punched infant baby to death for “acting like a girl?” So many questions. For one…what does that even mean? I didn’t even know you could punch someone so hard that they suffered a heart attack, that is crazy to me. I always wanted to punch someone so hard that their heart would explode – this man is living my dream, minus the killing-an-infant-and-going to jail thing. In his defense, the baby was kind of being a dick.

- Now that I’ve had my eyes zapped to improve my softball game, the next step in the evolution of my game through artificial means is getting one of these totally sweet Japanese mobile oxygen supplies. It is like an empty backpack with a tube in it so that you can suck air out of it. …actually, it IS an empty backpack with a tube in it so that you can suck air out of it. Those Japanese…GENIUSES, ALL OF THEM. Now I will be as fast as ever running with baserunners. And I will also be on a crazy oxygen high the whole way around as well. Win times win equals win squared.

- This is one of the meaner pranks you could play on a man…but the terrified, girlish screaming is just so delicious that I cannot resist posting it.

- First it was the Brontosaurus. Now…apparently the Torosaurus is not real, just a fully grown Triceratops. This shit is fucked up. It’s fucked up, okay? Get your shit together, scientists. Brontosaurus isn’t real. Pluto’s not a planet. Torosaurus and Triceratops are the same. It’s apparently illegal now to punch out and rob 63 year-old bus drivers, kick out police cruiser windows, threaten to murder/throw feces at officers, and vow to have an abortion. Blah blah blah blah. What kind of world is this? IS THIS REAL LIFE!?!

- Remember that Simpsons episode where Lisa becomes a vegetarian? Here is an…alternative interpretation of it. Also, apparently Lisa’s Wedding was this previous Sunday. That makes me feel so soul-crushingly old for some reason. Man, I am so super depressed by that.

- Also, I think I found this like six months ago, but just keep on forgetting to post it or mistakenly thinking I did and then forgetting about it…whatever, here it is (perhaps for the second time), The Fellowship of the Ring by Wes Anderson. The ears of wheat means this movie is good.

“Yon meat, ’tis sweet as summer’s wafting breeze.”
“Can I have some?”
“Mine ears are only open to the pleas of those who speak ye olde English.”
“Sweet maiden of the spit, grant now my boon, that I might sup on suckling pig this noon.”
“Whatever.”

There’s a lot of weird subtleties about laser eye surgery that are often forgotten amid all the big stuff. It’s a weird feeling being able to see your alarm clock while you’re still lying in bed. Usually when I wake during the night there is a lot of guesswork involved if I want to determine what time it is, since you’re usually way too tired to reach over for your glasses. After years and years I have eventually gotten a pretty good sense of which hour of sleep I’m waking up from, and what the difference is between waking up at 4:00 AM and waking up at 7:00 AM. Normal people with functioning eyes likely do not have this skillset – they’ve never needed it. And now, neither do I.

They gave me these goggles to wear while I sleep for my first week post-surgery. They’re nicely shaded as well, since light sensitivity is a real bitch while your corneas recover from laser rape. The goggles are so that I don’t accidentally rub my eyes during the night and undue all that horrific surgery. So now I put on glasses when I sleep, and I take them off when I wake. It is a strange feeling to get used to.

One thing that I’ve already realized that I miss about glasses…I can no longer give people that pretentiously dismissive look over the top of my glasses that means “I have no interest in what you are talking about right now but I will continue to listen purely for my own amusement.” That kind of bums me out.

Let us now move onto the links.

- Between Two Ferns with Zach Galifianakis with Steve Carell. Nothing more to be said.

- Someone please buy me this “amazing jacket” so that I can finally realize my dream of wearing a chinchilla fur coat adorned with NBA team logos crafted from crocodile skin. All it needs is some ivory buttons and Dalmatian skin lining. Apparently it is XXL, but will fit someone 3X, and they will cut it down to XL or L at no extra charge. How that is possible, I am not sure, but the shipping is free so it sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

- Here is a video of UFC middleweight Alan Belcher demonstrating a rear naked choke on an infant. Presumably this is his daughter Ava Elize, although I don’t want to make any assumptions…it could be some other infant named Ava, completely unrelated to him. I don’t know if infant sparring is regularly part of Belcher’s camp…though considering he’s won bonuses in each of his last four fights, maybe there is some merit to it.

- Check out this trailer for Up In The Air 2. I am having trouble watching this trailer without laughing…but I’m not sure why, I don’t really think it’s supposed to be funny. Or should this be Jersey Girl 2…? I cannot imagine any scenario that will involve me watching this movie. I don’t know if there’s any real amusement here, I just wanted to post this so that I could make that sequel joke.

EDIT: Ah crap, Trailer Addict commenters already beat me to the joke. Well fuck the world.

- Also, if you haven’t seen it yet, then I highly suggest watching this teaser for Drive Angry 3D. In fact, I insist you watch it. There are just so many levels of brilliance at work here…the casting, the dialog, the quality of the effects, the title, the 3Dness, the sheer unapologetic ambition of it all…I am really excited about this, I’m not even kidding.

- GQ interviews Bill Murray. Just read it, you won’t regret it. The man is endlessly entertaining, even just in print.

- I guess this means Eastbound and Down is close to returning (September 26th, according to Wikipedia)…Kenny Powers gets signed by K-Swiss. This is actually a pretty awesome idea, because now I think I kind of want some cool K-Swiss kicks now. I now also want to kick Urijah Faber’s decapitated head out into the audience of a MMA event.

Don’t switch the blade on the guy in shades
Oh no

You’re welcome.

BBBBBRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

For three months, I’ve avoided looking too closely at the guts of the enormous Wordpress engine that drives our site. Things like that are sometimes better off untouched and unquestioned…I don’t know how it turns my words into posts, I just know it does. My own technical understanding of the Wordpress site architecture is that it largely resembles some huge subterranean cave powered by a massive magic crystal (I imagine the Worldstone Chamber from Diablo 2) with like a giant network cable leading out of it that connects to my computer, up above. And so all the bits and bytes I send to it are magically transmuted into these conveniently packaged single posts you see before you here.

(Yes, I am professionally employed to work with computers, why do you ask? Some say “application developer”…I say “software alchemist.”)

So for three months, I have feared of digging too greedily and too deep…of waking the darkness of Khazad-dûm. But fear will not rule us. It cannot. If there is ever any hope of moving beyond the standard, default Wordpress page template, then it must be done. I will not be the slave to some other douche’s ready-made template. This is no ordinary blog, and it will wear no ordinary template.

And so I dig.

The problem is also that I’m way too lazy to properly setup a real test environment on my local computer, so when I want to mess around with layouts, I’m really limited to only playing with the real, live version of the site. It’s a lot more automated with a lot more frills and such than our old Blogger site, and with that comes a lot more stuff to sort through. So occasionally, moving forward, I will be putting up a bogus front page to hide my infernal machinations.

Although chances are that you probably won’t even notice, because (a) no one actually ever visits this site, so there will be nobody to notice anything, and (b) I don’t think I’ve ever done any work on this website at a time earlier (later?) than 2:00 AM. The past couple changes have been all-nighter efforts, abortions of web and graphic design animated into undeath from a mix of equal parts insomnia and boredom. This next one will likely follow the same formula as well.

Maybe I will change the colours.

- The following are quick news articles that can only be unique to Smalltown, Ontario…Man sends proposal postcard to wrong address (WHY IS THIS NEWS), Bear has jar on head, can’t eat or drink (that is just plain funny), and Man jailed for assaulting ex with poutine (should be assault with a deadly weapon because it’s so dangerously delicious).

EDIT: BREAKING NEWS, IN A FOLLOW-UP TO OUR BEAR STORY…Bear may have broken free of jar. From our very own Toronto Star, no less. What the fuck, people!?!

- Brostitutes is one of those ideas, that when you hear about it, you’re surprised that it hasn’t already been done. Tim Roth as the he-bitch-man-slapper, goddammit, it works so well. This was essentially my life through most of university…except I did it for free back then. How else do you think I started watching UFC and can name more than five NFL teams?

- They’re calling this a genetic miracle, but when two black people give birth to a white baby, I’m thinking that Occam’s razor has to at least be in the conversation. I don’t know if that’s just my own horrible cynical nature speaking, but I mean…come on, something’s wacky going on. This story on the other hand…this one just creeps me out. How!?! Can you imagine the prospect of having a twin sibling of another race? The social dynamics of that family…two girls, two boys…half black, half white…I can’t even begin to speculate.

Follow-up thought: If it turned out I had killed my white twin brother in the womb, like in some sort of John Constantine/Charles Xavier thing that permanently screwed with my destiny…I don’t think that would surprise me at all. Maybe this world’s Choking Yak was destined to be white, maybe that’s why the world is so fucking crazy the way it is today.

- Whoo, check these neato Mass Effect DC Direct figures from Comic-Con. At first I was surprised that they didn’t have a toy for Commander Shepard…until I realized that I just didn’t recognize him because I play a customized female Commander Shepard. Wacky dacky! It’s weird though, how come we just started at Mass Effect 2? I want some Ashley Williams or Wrex figures. (Kaidan can go suck a dick though, I left him to die every single time.) And these Mass Effect 2 figures are neat, but no Miranda Lawson!?! Maybe they want her to headline the next wave. Let’s hope that has a Samara/Morinth figure too. Have I already revealed myself as too hardcore of a Mass Effect fan? Hmm, yes, maybe. So should I probably not continue to gush about yet another Mass Effect DLC in which you get to team up again with Liara T’Soni, my lesbian alien lover. God, the Shadow Broker…I’ve wanted a shot at that dude for years, this is glorious. …oops, too late, I’ve gushed.

- What, apparently fake dating site profiles are illegal now? NO! Fortunately though…only in Australia. But who wants to live in such a backwards country anyway? Now instead of hooking up with fake people online, Australians will be forced to hook up in more conventional, traditional ways…like with real sheep, in barns.

“I’m a person. Bret’s a person. You’re a person. That person over there is a person. And each person deserves to be treated like a person.”
“That’s a great speech. Too bad New Zealanders are a bunch of cocky a-holes descended from criminals and retarded monkeys.”
“No you’re thinking of Australians.”

So I’m assuming the entire readership of this site has gone and watched the craziest movie of 2010 already, right? Otherwise, you should stop reading, because I’m going to ruin it for you right here…

Marmaduke does indeed end up getting together with Mazie at the end.

It’s a brilliant story, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t keep quiet about it. Now that it’s out of my system, we go onto the links!

- Here is an enormously entertaining video of singer/songwriter/object of my high school obsession Jewel, in which she disguises herself to go undercover and sing her own songs at a karaoke bar. I have to admit, “Karen” is kind of hot too…although really just because she sings as well as Jewel (because she is Jewel)…which is really pretty much the only reason I am attracted to Jewel as well.

Next, LeBron should follow suit by putting on a disguise and trying out for Cleveland’s summer league team. Man, that is sneaky.

- On the other hand, probably not a great idea to join a table tennis tournament if you are collecting disability for cerebral palsy. Not very sneaky at all. Although…it makes no mention about how good he actually was. What if he just sucked, because he really did have it? What, just because I have cerebral palsy I cannot participate in table tennis tournaments? Bullshit!

(BONUS: Here is probably the weirdest and most cryptically short news article you will read…this week.)

- Now that Inception has come and gone, I am nominating this trailer for God of War as the next one on the docket. I don’t know if this is a parody of hipster indie films or a parody of parodies of hipster indie films…like have we seen enough of these parodies already, and their formula has been so well defined at this point that they have gone off and formed their own genre already? I don’t even know anymore, there’s too many levels to this idea for my brain to wrap around. I know the incestuous plot description is a play on Wes Anderson, but this trailer is clearly a lazy rip off of Garden State…I don’t know why everyone’s saying this is a Wes Anderson parody. It’s nothing like it.

…or is it? I don’t know anymore, I think I’ve overdosed.

- Now that we have finally all seen the movie, I have collected some additional reading to round out your Inception experience. Obviously, this will be full of nothing but spoilers, so if you haven’t watched Inception yet, I would highly suggest you go out to your nearest local cinema, where you can beg forgiveness from the Movie Gods and for them to spare you from their wrath, for they are most receptive to your prayers at such shrines. Or if there is a convenient showtime for you, you can also just go and watch the movie there as well. Here is a rather interesting interview with Dileep Rao, where he speaks to some of the plot ambiguities throughout the movie.

I am personally of the belief that the movie should just be taken at face value, and that any additional theories as to how there was inception happening within the inception, or if the whole thing was a dream, or anything along those lines are really just theoretical exercises for our own, considerable, amusement. Did those things actually happen in the “official” canon of the movie’s plot? I don’t know…the ideas seem possible, but they also seem to be a bit of a reach, almost like explaining extra things and adding complexity to the movie just for the sake of doing it. Rao notes those extra theories as trying to justify ideas with negative evidence, in essence, trying to prove something by asking that the burden of proof be to disprove it. Like, in a completely distorted and exaggerated example, trying to assert that Albert Einstein was secretly a child molester by asking “How do you know for sure that he WASN’T a child molester?”

The coolest thing about the movie to me, was while people all over are (still) arguing about what actually happens at the end…it’s an entirely refreshing notion to consider that it doesn’t even matter. But it’s a good read regardless if you still have outstanding questions about the movie or not. Really, any excuse to discuss and revisit this movie is a welcome one, and it is a continuing testament to the depth and complexity of the script that it can even elicit so much discussion in the first place.

That, or the movie was just really fucking confusing, which is a definite possibility as well.

- Finally, regarding dreams…here is mine, once again revitalized. God bless you, Capcom. Keep trying. Keep trying until you succeed. And the more spectacular failures along the way, the better. Although…to be honest, I would have probably rathered this to be announced at Comic-Con 2010. So many people there that share my enthusiasm for sequel plans too…warms my heart.

Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?