Hold on a sec. Can you hear that? No, not that. The other thing. You don't hear it? You don't hear a bunch of tiny little voices saying "We are here! We are here!"?


Huh. Perhaps it's post dramatic stress syndrom from finals. Nah, my finals were a breeze. And a two hour math final never has fazed me. (Although I'm still not entirely sure how fast that plane in #9 was traveling.)


Maybe my ears aren't working right after going to Deck The Hall Ball. It was loud and fun, but Franz Ferdinand and The Killers - as well as numerous other rockers - wouldn't fly all the way to Seattle just to screw up my hearing. (Instead they came to a crowd of pot heads who just stood around. C'mon people! It's a MOSH PIT! Go stand in the back and eat your brownie while I dance around.)


I got it. This is that dream where all those little  snowflakes up at Stevens Pass keep reminding me that lifts will be running this Sunday and that I will be there to share their joy! Oh wait. I think that dream had sugar plum fairies somewhere. (Can sugar plum fairies ski? And if they do, can I get their phone number?)


It could be all those college faculty members outside the newspaper office protesting a certain cartoon we printed. Yeah, they're kinda mad about that. But that's only because our cartoonist went on some radio show and said something that has apparently pissed people off. So, my first task as the new EDITOR IN CHIEF: keep the college from taking away our rights to print controversial art. But wouldn't these protestors be shouting "Take away their funding" rather than "We are here"?


Hmmm. Perhaps I should blame the author of this storybook quote. Any takers? The winner gets a fresh snowball direct from the Central Cascades...


Ike