Remember the episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where Dr. Crusher says the crew is going mad because that week's spatial anomaly prevents them from entering REM sleep and dreaming? Well, the opposite's been happening to me lately. I can't close my eyes without re-opening them to the HDTV in my mind. And it's not like the programming selection keeps me coming back for more; this morning I was shopping for clothing for a Homer Simpson doll, selecting an orange clip-on necktie to try instead of the blue one. They were individually packaged and hanging in the middle of a supermarket aisle. This afternoon I had a nap and all I did was take a shit. Last night I got off a bus with Iris and Alvin and was amazed by the immersive virtual experience demonstrated by Wii Mario Kart (when I probably should've been crediting it to the other high-profile release, GTAIV), re-creating an entire city for us to walk around in. My old buddy Reynold and I began discussing how this was even possible given the system's limited processing power, and he proposed that I might actually be witnessing the future, as part of his recent time-travel experiments.