Where's my Spaghetti Strainer?

Ok, I think I've seen way too much TV. I woke up this morning after a dream in which I was giving Michael Jackson hair styling advice. There he was, standing next to his limo, getting ready for another televised entrance into the courthouse. He was combing his hair, and I was advising him about blowing it dry to avoid excesss curl. What's up with that? All this news coverage of the trial has seeped into my subconscious and I can't get away from it, even in my own bed at night. Enough already! Maybe all those weirdos who wear aluminum foil reflector caps on their heads aren't so crazy after all.