I have deciphered one bit of oddity from last night's dreamscape, and it will be neither comprehensible nor amusing to anyone outside of the WGN-Channel 9 viewing area.

I am a big fan of the sophmoric, self-depricating, occasionally edgy (for morning tv, at least) WGN Morning News.

Substitute the perfectly coifed Mike Barz for Vince Vaughn and buzz-cut Paul Konrad for Will Ferrell (see entry below). Now THAT is more accurate and/or applicable to my sentiments. (Note on links: awfully airbrushed and way-too-toothy pics for all personalities but they were all I could find. Tune in to WGN/WGN Superstation to see them live in action.)

What do I mean? That I find the affable, slightly pudgy, occasionally awkward, frequently sweet and kind albeit with an undertone of dark mystery of (Emmy-award-winning) meterologist Paul to the over-the-top yet undeniable sexiness (in a frat guy sort of way) of Mike - who, if you have never seen him, will soon be a features reporter on Good Morning America. That Mike is the kind of guy who is so handsome and slick, its intimidating to me. Larry and Paul....mmmmmmmm, now those guys seem to be more in my league for fun fantasy flirtation.

But what's up with the basements? I think wet cement smells sexy, perhaps? Or that I am pining for the days of student apartment house parties with the keg and band usually located in the BASEMENT? Well, let's face it - if you wanted to be where the boys were, you'd hang where the keg was - and that was almost always in the cellar. I ALWAYS wanted to be where the boys were back in the days...even though I hated the smell and taste of beer.

So now you know.