I woke up this morning to some guy talking about sports. What happened to being lulled from sleep by a soothing melody? Before I could voice my objection I remembered something about my dream that gave me pause. There was a name that kept repeating itself. Chanting - as if it were an omen or prophesy of something yet to come. It flirted with my conscious thought but was always just out of grasp. By the time I had finished my soggy corn flakes the droning had come to the forefront of my mind. Three syllables, so close and yet so far.
I sat down at my computer, checked my email, read the latest rants from Reed on IRC, cheered that IE8 was passing the acid2 test, and got down to fixing some bugs. The chanting drowned out my keystrokes and it was hard to concentrate.
Then, as if a haze had cleared, I understood the chanting:
Ken Kovash. Ken Kovash. Ken Kovash.
Oh wait. That wasn’t a dream. That was everyone else celebrating Ken Kovash Day.
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