Randy Lander has destroyed myÂ dreams.Â
See, two years ago he convinced me to go to the Veronica Mars panel at Comic-Con.Â 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.Â There was a highlight clip that made the show look very entertaining.Â 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).Â Then Randy gets the first season DVD set and lets me borrow it.Â See?!Â I told you it was his fault!
So, I watched the first season.Â An hour after I’d finished the set, I ran to Best Buy to buy the second season.Â Watched that one in just over a weekend.Â Yeah, I’m hooked.Â I’m not proud.
But where’s the dream stuff come into play? you ask.
Last night I had a Veronica Mars dream.Â Ooh! you say.Â Nate makes sexy time with Veronica and/or Mac!Â Awesome! No dice.Â My dream involves Veronica and her dad looking at my high school transcripts and encouraging me to be a better person.Â What a rip off!Â If that wasn’t bad enough, I then dreamed about going to an algebra class and trying to apply their lessons and encouragement.Â
How is that Randy’s fault? you might be asking yourself.Â Because I say it is.Â That’s how.Â And because when I started this entry, I thought it might be entertaining.Â 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 deadÂ in the throat.
See ya Friday, buddy!