ill tidings

Last night I had a dream that I was sitting in a cafe and Roberto Beningi sat next to me, and I pretended not to know who he was, and he started flipping out at me: "you obviously recognize me! You know I'm Roberto Beningi!," etc. Then we fought some more. While packing up bosses' books at work I broke off both pinky nails. I'd say these are both ill tidings, and I think they are, except that Salon suggested that there will be a 3-D re-release of Titanic.