I had a strange dream this morning. I dreamed I was at a local "B&N":http://bn.com/, and I saw a man with gray hair over at the "James Woods(Great interview with James Woods on salon.com)":http://www.salon.com/ent/feature/2003/07/31/woods/index_np.html section of the store (apparently in my dream Mr. Woods is an author as well as an "actor(James Woods on IMDB)":http://us.imdb.com/Name?Woods,+James). Upon closer inspection I realized that it was indeed James Woods, and as I watched him from a few aisles away, he was checking his section up and down to see how well-stocked this particular store was with his wares. "What a narcissistic bastard!", I thought to myself. "I need to send this to "Gawker Stalker":http://www.gawker.com/archives/008075.html, ASAP!" Turns out he was giving some sort of lecture or something. In the lecture hall (because apparently they have _those_ as well at B&N in my dreamworld), I had left my laptop at one of the desks, and I was trying to sneak in such that I wouldn't disturb the lecture. I knew that if I threw James Woods off of his game, he would tear into me like a "hawk into a chihuahua(Gothamist: Hawks Vs. Ratdogs)":http://www.gothamist.com/archives/2003/08/07/hawks_vs_ratdogs.php, so I very carefully crept to the desk, retrieved the laptop, sent my email to tips@gawker.com, and the world marveled at my fantastic sighting.