After looking at that chop of the astronaut, I guess something got lodged in my brain. Saturday night, I got to bed around 5am, and had a couple crazy ass dreams. The one I remember best was me drag racing my BMW (sad, yes), and winning every race. The ****ing looney part of the dream, is that my car was run off of pickles. Yes. That's right. Pickle Power. I was running a huge (2 ft tall, 1 ft diameter) jar of relish in the center of my dash. Every time I hammered down, the level of pickly goodness would go down. Like I said, crazy ****. I wouldn't even know where to begin with a sauerkraut to pickle conversion.