It’s all Randy Lander’s Fault.

Posted on January 31, 2007

Randy Lander has destroyed my dreams.

See, two years ago he convinced me to go to the Veronica Mars panel at Comic-Con. To be fair, my tired feet played just as big a role, but I’m not trying to be fair here.

I liked what I saw at that panel. There was a highlight clip that made the show look very entertaining. I put the disks in my netflix queue, where they lingered for two years off and on (this tells you a bit about my netflix habits). Then Randy gets the first season DVD set and lets me borrow it. See?! I told you it was his fault!

So, I watched the first season. An hour after I’d finished the set, I ran to Best Buy to buy the second season. Watched that one in just over a weekend. Yeah, I’m hooked. I’m not proud.

But where’s the dream stuff come into play? you ask.

Right here.

Last night I had a Veronica Mars dream. Ooh! you say. Nate makes sexy time with Veronica and/or Mac! Awesome! No dice. My dream involves Veronica and her dad looking at my high school transcripts and encouraging me to be a better person. What a rip off! If that wasn’t bad enough, I then dreamed about going to an algebra class and trying to apply their lessons and encouragement.

How is that Randy’s fault? you might be asking yourself. Because I say it is. That’s how. And because when I started this entry, I thought it might be entertaining. I see now I was wrong.

So I’m going to sleep tonight, Randy, and if I don’t dream about being in a bubble bath with Veronica, Mac, Lilly, and Kendall, I’m gonna punch you dead in the throat.

See ya Friday, buddy!

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