Ramblings of a Bald Man

I had this crazy dream last night that Heather Armstrong from Dooce.com came to hang out/chat/interview Liz and I.  Only they didn’t come here, they came to my mom’s old house and we met in the basement.  She also said her real name was Ruthie something and that she just made up that other name for the internet.  Her husband was there too, but he never really introduced himself.  We were talking about violence and I’m not even sure what about.  Liz had made up several pages of questions and answers, but never told me about it so I felt pretty clueless.  It was weird.