The thing I dream is this: That some night, a hundred nights, a hundred years from now, there will be a boy on Mars reading late at night with a flashlight under the covers. And he’ll look out on the Martian landscape, which will be bleak and rocky and red and not very romantic. But when he turns out the light and lies with a copy of my book, I hope, The Martian Chronicles, the Martian winds outside will stir, and the ghosts that are in my book will rouse up, and my creatures—even though they never lived—will be on Mars. And that’s the dream I have.” — Ray Bradbury

On the occasion of his 83rd birthday last month.

We begin production on “Girls Night Out”, the campus sketch comedy show in which I’ll be involved this year, in a couple of weeks. Yesterday, I wrote a couple of sketches. I’m still working on the second one, but here’s the first. As always, comments appreciated.

Having neglected to log out of Blogger, I just assumed that when I returned I would find my weblogs waiting for me again. At most, I figured I would have to log in again. Instead, Blogger welcomed me back as “Jackie” and said my weblog was something called “The Times with Alex Johnston”. And apparently it was. I played nice and didn’t make any changes to this person’s account or weblog — in fact, I logged out without even getting the blog’s URL — but it was still a little weird. Of course, this means that, in the future, if I post something nobody likes, I can always blame it on somebody else. Maybe even “Jackie”.