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In an odd little dream, I was having dinner with my father and Hot Rod Todd (of Le Shok/ Neon King Kong/ Distraction/ T Cells/ FM Bats) in a rather posh restaurant. For some reason Todd looked like a bad Reagan-impersonator. I would love to know where that dream was going, but I woke up during the soup course. It was roasted chestnut soup with dry-cured ham.