I was chasing a giant inflatable pumpkin down a sad New Jersey street when I saw you there with some funny looking contraption on your head. "Have you ever heard of radionics," you asked as the giant pumpkin hurled over the top of an SUV, leapt atop a strip mall, and decimated a billboard, before disappearing over the building, where it continued its episode of manic destruction. "No," I said. You put the contraption atop my head, and my voice could be heard (though not from my mouth) saying "I hate pumpkins anyway." I ripped the thing off my head and said, with my mouth, "what the?" You said, "Radionics is the projection of your thoughts to the world around you." And I said, "But I love pumpkins." And then you said "oh, you must have it on backwards."