OK...I had a really odd dream last night. Maybe this is all due to the fact that I can be known to watch too much TV. Dreams are all pretty disjointed, so it's always hard to explain who I was or what role I was playing, or if, in fact, I was just an onlooker, but here's the basic gist. I'm involved in some sort of illegal activity. I don't know what, I just know that two cops bust in the door (I attribute this to The Shield). Someone I'm with accidentally shoots one of the cops and kills them. In the melee, we escape carrying the body, with the idea that if we can dispose of it before we get caught, we can't be charged for murder (no body - no crime). Suddenly, we're in a mall. No one seems to notice we're running through carrying the body of a dead, uniformed police officer. We run to the food court, which is deserted because it isn't open yet. We realize a big fryer would be the perfect place to dispose of the body. For no apparent reason, the body we were carrying is now chopped up into a large amount of meat in a bucket, which we shove into the red hot fryer just in the nick of time. The oddest thing is that I recall that when someone discovers where the body is and they pull the meat out of the fryer, it appears to be breaded. Am I the only one who has really vivid, odd dreams?

The song for the day is "Edge Of A Broken Heart" by Vixen off their self-titled 1988 debut album. I had totally forgotten about this band until I inexplicably came across this 45 in my collection a couple of weeks ago. For those of you who have also forgotten, Vixen was an all girl band sort of equivalent to your typical hair band rockers. Like my earlier comments about Lita Ford, the song was OK, but I couldn't get into the slutty image (probably because I wasn't a 14 year old guy when it came out). I was surprised to see in their Wikipedia listing that they have a "current" lineup. I wonder where on earth they're touring. I was just as surprised to see they have a Best Of album, considering they were basically a one hit wonder.