Number 2 with a bullet

I have weird dreams. I'm used to it. I've been skateboarding with Barney Rubble at my grandma's house, been chased through a TG&Y store by Jason Voorhees (all I could see over the aisles were his hockey mask and the long bars welded to the carts to keep you from taking them from the store) and I've fallen from an airplane without waking up before landing.

And no, I didn't die.

A few months ago, I woke up from a dream in which I had been watching a musical episode of "Scrubs." This is fairly common, dreaming about watching episodes of shows that don't exist.

When I told my wife about the dream, it seemed just odd. It kind of came out of nowhere.

It wasn't until a little later that I found out that coming soon to NBC is (yes, you guessed it), a musical episode of "Scrubs."

Why I couldn't have dreamt of winning lottery numbers, I don't know, but here's a little taste of what's in store for viewers.

2007 is already off to a good start

The 365 Days Project returns!

A few years ago, this cool project served up one mp3 a day for a whole year. These mp3s were from sources all around the world -- and a few from even farther away.

You can check out 2003's archive here. This year, the offerings may include more than one mp3 -- even full albums. If it's anything like the first one, there are sure to be some absolute treasures here that if you didn't hear them, you wouldn't believe existed.

And sometimes even after hearing some of them, you still can't believe it. It's a tremendously fascinating effort; I really can't say enough nice things about it. It's a reminder of what rich historical documents old recordings can be.

And to kick off everything, ringmaster Otis Fodder is offering two full versions of items that were excerpted last time around. And wouldn't you just know it, one of them was my favorite, and now I get to hear the whole thing.

Go check it out.

Happy New Year.

New Year's Day.

A time when millions across the world slowly raise their heads -- a great effort given that they feel as though they are composed primarily of lead -- and regale the new year with a hearty, "Oh, dear God, I think I just threw up a file cabinet."

A time when you notice every sound the new morning has to bring, like the birds outside that JUST WILL NOT SHUT UP.

Out of deference to those of you who are trying to hide lampshade indentations with some makeup or are wondering exactly whose clothes you're wearing, I'm trying to type as quietly as I can.

For those of you who didn't enjoy late-night festivities because you either had to work the next morning or your name is possibly on a special list at your local police department, try to be supportive.

Laugh at them quietly.