Man, am I corn-fused.

Last night I went to see Avatar and without me knowing it, the usher handed me 4-D glasses instead of 3-D.

All of a sudden, my personal train jumped the time-space continuum tracks. I was sitting next to women in Elizabethan gowns with heaving bosoms. There were cowboys bulging with Colt .45 revolvers, even a couple of cavemen and Romans in togas.

I hate when that happens.