Last night I dreamed that I visited China. Now, if you know anything about geography, you know that there's an Upstairs China and a Downstairs China. I was Upstairs, and I was trying to walk Downstairs, but the steps weren't real steps, they were the architectural equivalent of plaid, and they moved. Again, if you know anything about geography, you know that Downstairs China is a rosary factory. And it turns out that Chinese rosaries are just like regular rosaries, except instead of having crucifixes at the end, they have tiny carved DRAGONS. Way to go, xenophobic unconsciousness, you fail!
Speaking of My Wrong Ideas of Countries, Harry has posted some great pictures of Wales, including one of a road sign in English and Welsh. Man, it never even occurred to me that Wales might have roads. In my mind, it's all ruined cairns and landfills full of harp strings and magic cowpaths punctuated by abandoned dwarf shoes. Am I to understand that this is inaccurate?
Stay tuned for tomorrow, when I will confess that I don't know what a moor is!