Had a unusual dream the other night:

I found myself trapped inside Google’s algorithm, which oddly enough turned out to be two towns, built side by side. One town was called Relevant Search Results (RSR), while the other town was called Irrelevant Search Results (ISR). RSR was a sunny looking place: blue skies, flowers blooming, dewy meadows, and all that jazz. ISR on the other hand looked like a New York slum, a dark, grimy looking town with a bizarre populace that looked like it had been the product of several generations of inbreeding.

Guess where I was?

As I walked down the streets of ISR, I was able to behold just about every keyword and search result Google ever found irrelevant, and yet the only thing I remember about the town was meeting Chuck Norris. Yes, THE Chuck Norris, who inexplicably was also walking around ISR looking just as lost was I was. Not only that, he was bald. I’m not talking a little hair loss either, I mean baldy bald-o 100 watt soft white bald. I guess Google didn’t deem a baldheaded Chuck Norris worthy or relevant enough to be a citizen of RSR, so he was stuck in this horrific place instead.

But God bless the man, he was determined to make the best of a bad situation, and even began to perform some of his trademark kicks to help boost my spirits, when I woke up.

Now before you ask, no I don’t do crack, and no I didn’t have 18 shots of whiskey before I turned in for the night, but those are definitely questions I would ask of someone who actually thinks he could interpret this dream.