So Nick and I were downtown this weekend, and we happened upon this freaky car show and parade. My guess is that there weren't any rules dictating car design . . . you just had to make it as unusual and distinctive as possible. Take a gander at some of the entries.

So you know how there are sleeper Cylons on Battlestar Galactica? How they looked and thought and worked just like everyone else, until one day when a switch flipped on in their heads and activated them? It was a scary thing to watch. They started to think back on all of their memories, and it seemed like their personalities had split in two, carrying on paths that were parallel to each other without ever quite intersecting. Boomer, for example, was programmed to shoot Adama in the face, which ticked him off royally and pretty much ensured that she would never work in that town again. And it wasn't even her fault, because the hard-wiring took over.