Just got in after a few days in NYC. The flight went smoothly (no shit -- American Airlines departed and landed on time). So go figure: an uneventful flight. You're as surprised to read that as I am to write it. Almost as surprised as I was to see Algore earlier this evening (no shit -- I was leaving the restaurant earlier to find my airport car on Seventh Avenue and as I rushed up the stairs I passed a large, waxy-looking old man who was lumbering down the steps; his build said "walking slab of baloney" and his suit said "head waiter"; it wasn't until I passed him that I realized who it was.) No time to stop and challenge him on the nouveau-Malthusian-apocalyptics he peddles so widely -- I had a plane to catch. And catch it I did. I even had a seat way up front, which I like because I can bolt as soon as they open the door at the arrival gate (which I did -- the guy in the seat behind me had a peculiar stink... like a combination of halitosis and fruit-strip gum).

Tommy, I looked at the picture you linked to. That girl is going to tear your heart out. Remember something about drama: Shakespeare wrote drama. Some if his works were of the comedy variety. Some were of the tragedy variety. I found them all so dense I couldn't tell which was which. Such shall it be for you.

And Bazzukajoe, that video brings back many painful memories -- hours upon hours of Wiggles torture.

Everybody crap!
Crap! Crap! Crap!

Ellexa has it just a little too down-pat. And did you just happen to hint to her that it was a really good thing to imitate all those Wiggle gestures? Admit it, you played it over and over and did the gestures yourself so she'd see.

It is thus that otherwise-dormant strands of DNA are activated... You're booting that kid's CPU with all the crazy Mastandrea-firmware that your genetics pre-loaded onto her BIOS. No one will ever know how to service that system... Very cool.