  the past few nights I've had a weird recurring dream where I'm not only a CSIS agent, but a very bad one at that. Whenever I try to be a "secret-agenty" I just use a bad Scottish accent - kind of like Sean Connery playing a Russian sub commander - you could hear the fijords of Riga just sing from his voice. Weirder still is that it only really happens when I sleep over at Patti's, and I'm wondering what kind of archetype it represents . . . . paging Dr. Jung . . . . . Called or not, the gods will come blargh ajc 
