I really have gone too long without blogging. Last night I dreamed that Jesse Taylor had radically increased Pandagon's readership with an "Every Vote is Equal!" campaign that used, as its visual metaphor, an assortment of freshly baked cookies (presumably, they were all equal in deliciousness, and my dream denizens understood that). The problem was that this assortment of cookies was heavy on peanut butter cookies, which in the dream life, I believed to be decidedly unequal. In fact, I thought peanut butter cookies were bad enough that this fact deserved a post. Interestingly, in real life, I believe the same thing, and see no reason to let the fact that the news peg here is an unconscious hallucination stand in the way of a perfectly good point. Peanut butter cookies bad! I should probably add that the dream wasn't just about blogging. Other "facts" from this dream: Jesse's day job was as a DJ. Some elderly lady was murdering people with rat poison, burying them in her garden, and then -- yes, and then -- cutting them up.