Because it's 8:00?

No! It's 7:00! All bow before Central Standard Time! GMT - 0600 rulez!

tommyrot--love your tag! Although I do miss the live conductor's announcements, as immortalized in The Fugitive.

"Next stop, Balbo. Balbo is the next stop."
"This is my stop."
"Mine, too."

tommyrot--love your tag!

Thanks. It really is useful info. If you happen to be on a northbound CTA Red Line train.

ION, I was attacked on the way home from work. By a boy of about three, who was armed with a four-foot long stick, about one inch thick. He took a definite swing at me, but he swung too soon and missed. My defensive technique was to walk on the grass, out of stick range. This bought enough time for him to be stopped from further attacks by his father.

Ya gotta watch out for those knee-high hoodlums.

24 Woo-hoo! I was hoping for that.

I'm waiting for dh to be ready to watch 24. In the course of trying to snopes my mum's friend out of an expensive cookie recipe chain email hoax, I got this link in my gmail: [link] MIT Laboratory for Chocolate Science Recipe page.

There isn't too much there. Looks like there might be more here: [link] but I haven't gone through the links, yet.

Woo hoo! Jesse thinks I'm smart!

I suppose you owed it to me Alibelle, after I linked the reverse game, but Whitney? Where'd you dig her up?

Ha! I'd forgotten, and now I feel a little less guilty. I ran across her name in the American Idol recap, but I didn't think I knew the song, and so I went to the iTunes music store, and then I ended up listening to a bunch of Whitney songs. And really, there was no reason for it at all. But that's why I Wanna Dance With Somebody.

Heh. Actually, that's true whether or not Whitney is involved. And happily, it is now time for me to leave for my dance class, and today is dress up day, so I'm all pretty. I'm very 40's-esque. So fun.

Aurelia -- were you waiting for Bitchelle ? Because -- so was I -- I had almost given up hope.

24: I knew as soon as someone mentioned calling Division that she couldn't be far behind.

ION, I was attacked on the way home from work. By a boy of about three, who was armed with a four-foot long stick, about one inch thick. He took a definite swing at me, but he swung too soon and missed.

At least the kid's father was on hand to put a stop to it (and the kid was a little small to be dangerous). I was once walking past an apartment complex with a bunch of 8 to 10 year old kids playing on the lawn. One of them threw a glass bottle at the back of my head and missed me by inches (hearing the wind over a bottleneck noise out of nowhere folllowed by glass shattering in front of you, not the most fun experience). The kids all thought this was hilarious and I didn't have a clue which one had done it or where anyone parental-like could be found to complain to.