Last night I dreamt that we lived next door to Jerry Seinfeld. I think it was Jerry Seinfeld the Seinfeld character and not just Jerry Seinfeld the person. Anyway, he gave us a present (Christmas? Birthday? I don’t know) but instead of wrapping it or wheeling it in he had just left it in the middle of our floor.

And so we were sitting there, in our apartment, talking with Jerry, and eyeing this elephantine gift and I was torn about whether or not to call him on it. Because, here’s the thing, he gave us a TV.

A very, very small TV.

It had maybe a 10 inch screen. It was, in his defense, part of a whole entertainment center on a big piece of furniture, but the other parts of said entertainment center were a cheap plastic all-in-one dorm room stereo system, a big vcr, and an old, beat-up stereo receiver/amplifier.

And he had apparently had this thing delivered to within several feet of our existing, plenty-big tv and stereo and dvd outfit.

I mean, c’mon, Jerry Seinfeld, what the hell?