Ever had one of those dreams, right, where the Bee comes down to love but he does not know how to love so he stings you from love and then the bee flies off and dies from love so it is happy yet sad?

I have those dreams all the time. They call me the Bee Dreamer. The Weaver of Honeycomb Slumber. The Thorny Stinger of Hivesville. Some just call me Richard.

Struggling, right now, to get the tiny people to do what I want. They keep going to work and earning money, but they just won't stop leaving their trash on the floor. Another question: two beds, two people - why? A cartoon bunny enjoys the cheesy retro ambiance, but I simply enjoy cheese.

Thirsty. Must go fill my gullet.

Then wait for Wii.