On the way back to work from lunch today I saw a curious thing. It went a little something like this:

Streetlight. Closed Blimpie subs. Pedestrian. Bob Evans. Jack Black dressed as the Statue of Liberty. Bus stop. Gas station...

Kato's Brain: What was that last bit again?
Kato's Visual Cortex: Gas station? Bus stop?
Brain: Before that.
Visual Cortex: Bob Evans?
Brain: No, no, after that, but before the bus stop.
Visual Cortex: Jack Black dressed as the Statue of Liberty?
Brain: There, stop there. What the f...? Gladys, get me Data Access And Retrieval on the horn.
Kato's Memory: Temporal Lobe, this is Steve, how can I help you?
Brain: I need a recall on the terms "Jack Black" and "Statue of Liberty."
Memory: Just one moment, sir, I'm entering that query into the database and... here we go.
Brain: Damn. Viz, are you sure this what you saw?
Visual Cortex: Pretty sure. Now, if you'll excuse me, there is an attractive young lady in the car next to ours. I need to go talk to Johnson about vascular routing.
Memory: Sir, may I remind you that you have 1:30 meeting with Mr. Freely in Waste Removal...
Brain: Thank you, Steve, I'm aware of that. Gladys, who's daytime shift manager over in Reasoning and Logic?
Gladys: I don't think we have a full time department head right now, last I knew it was being run jointly by the folks over in Limbic.
Brain: Christ, it's probably Williams. Alright, get him on the line.
Kato's Humor Center: Mork calling Orson, come in Orson. Hey Brainy, old buddy, old pal. What's on your...well...you?
Brain: Can the clown act, I need to you process some information for me.
Humor Center: (bad Johnny 5 impersonation) "Innnputttt!"
Brain: What do you see?
Humor Center: Not much, it's pretty dark in here, I hear the medulla is nice this time of year, though it's the kind of place that's nice to visit but I wouldn't live there, I mean they're pretty serious over there and...
Brain: Let's move this along, Williams.
Humor Center: Yes, well, right, like (bad army private impersonation) "Sir! Yes, sir!" though I'm not sure why you'd have to say sir twice, unless you're a doublemint twin, in which case (bad T.V. commercial announcer voice) "Double your pleasure, double your fun!" that's what I say at least...
Brain: Damnit, I'll put in your transfer to Memory Storage myself if you don't start giving me some answers!
Humor Center: (bad Sulu impression) "Oh my!" You're the captain. Hmm, let's see, I spy with my little eye... an out of work actor?
Brain: Try again, little man.
Humor Center: (bad Freud) Yes, vell, zometimes vut vee zee iz colored by our inner desires...
Brain: Are you trying to tell me the boys over in Subconscious Processing secretly long to be in the head of a comedian? One of marginal talent, no less?
Humor Center: (bad British accent) "By, Jove, he's got it!" But who is this Jove guy anyway, I mean is he, like, Jove Smith, or Johnny Jove, or Jove Joveson...
Brain: And I suppose they also have a thing for 130 year old, 225 ton broads made of copper?
Humor Center: When the shoe fits, Cinderella.
Brain: You're an idiot.
Humor Center: (bad Pee Wee Herman) I know you are but what am I?!
Brain: I swear to God if you weren't my sister's husband, I'd...
Gladys: Sir, we have an emergency on our hands, I've got reports coming in from all over. The traffic is hard to sort through but it sounds like we ran into that girl from HR.
Brain: The cute one? The one that always wears those swishy little skirts?
Gladys: Sir, I'm getting mixed reports now that she may have--yes, it sounds like she flipped her hair in our direction.
Brain: Okay folks, this is the big one, we're going to high alert. Get Viz back on the line and tell him to keep sharp and remain in control--no staring, you understand? Tell the boys in Blinking Control to go to Condition: Hoot Owl. And for God's sake someone track down Johnson and keep him occupied--I don't want him staging a coup and taking over this whole operation. Let's go people, let's go! Jack Black in drag will have to wait!

A glimpse inside my mind. Scary huh?

I will probably never know or understand what it is I saw today. No, I suppose it wasn't Mr. Black standing there on the sidewalk in the rain dressed as the Statue of Liberty holding a sign reading, "It's Tax Season." But damn if it didn't look like him. You never know, Tenacious D could be falling on hard times. Who here saw Orange County?

Exactly.