Heh, during those night-in-the-desert bits, I kept being reminded of that scene in Oliver Stone's The Doors, where they take peyote in the desert and worship the cobra. And then I thought of Cobra Starship and put on the new album, singing along loudly. And then I woke up the nephew.

I should probably cut back on the coffee.

Dude, I literally peeked through my fingers when Brendon pulled that van into the parking lot. Boy should not be allowed to steer a potentially lethal weapon like that :P.

AHH! *flails*