Randy Lander has destroyed my dreams.Â
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.Â
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!