The Inevitable Consequence of a LIfe Devoted to Pop Culture

So last night I dreamt that I was a cast member on Saturday Night Live, and Heath Ledger was the guest host. And after the show, or perhaps before, Heath was kind enough to indulge me in a photo shoot of the two of us, wearing cowboy clothes and cuddling together on a billowy satin sheet. Nothing sexual, you understand (he's not my type) just lots of cutesy, "look-at-us-aren't-we-clever-and-entertaining" sorts of shots, the kind that might be taken as publicity for a TV show.

Oh, and the photo shoot was taking place in my old elementary school. Weird, huh?