I think that if this happened to me–that I just happened upon David Lynch and a cow and we talked about how cheese was made, that I could just walk on up and talk to him–that I would cease to be. My heart would simply stop, and I would die.

Watch this video. It makes me very happy:

Thanks, Ray Pride.

The Nashville Scene broke their links when they redesigned their website, so I just spent 20 minutes or so finding the correct URLs for my little "writing elsewhere" section over there to your left. If you feel so inclined, all those links now go to the actual article instead of a 404 page.