I saw Moby at the mall today.

At least, it looked like him. He had a little kid with him. (and, no, it wasn't Eminem in a clever disguise...).

It was just plain weird... I mean, I went to the mall for lunch, and looked down to the queue in front of that evil American fast food place and there he was. Moby. Waiting to buy some sort of food that isn't the slightest bit healthy from a big evil company. And in Victoria, British Columbia, CANADA...

My friend Carla now thinks that I am even more weird than before. Good thing I didn't run down the mall and ask for the guy's autograph or something.

Actually, I knew it wasn't really him. However, this individual looked so much like him and if he hadn't been standing in a queue to buy a hamburger (as well as actually being in a mall in this city) I might have been more convinced. However, I must have been giddy from lack of food today and it just made it all the more funny.

If any of you happen to run into the real Moby, say hello from me.

And if you think that I am heading more towards insanity than normal, bear in mind that I had this weird dream about aliens last night. I cannot recall the details too clearly but they weren't all that scary.