It's early.

But not as early as Blogger is intent on telling me it is.

Dream sequence.

"It's a wondrous place where you don't need things like pants."

"But velociraptors need to eat, too." "So do zombies. That doesn't mean I'm going to go around feeding them myself."

Where in the museum did he go? Everywhere. He needs ideas. Not just any idea, the right idea. The perfect idea. The one that you can never find when you look for it, but not the kind that jumps out at you when you turn around. This was no haunted house ghoul idea. It was the ideal idea. But any idea can give way to this perfect idea. You have to look for it, but you will never find it by looking. It's always somewhere else.