Getting into the car this morning, to go to the pre-test massage, I hit my head on the car door and split open my brow. Nutty should note that if I'd take the same hit low on my cheek, no taut skin, no wound.

As is, I had to go into krav with a cut I hadn't left with, and it was of the lamest origin ever.

I need to go see IMAXy goodness.

Me, me, me.

Gus! Gus! Gus!

Oh wonderful ita! (not the cut, obviously)

This was a hard fought victory on every level. Felicitations!

Gus! Gus! Gus!

Damned right! This is the correct order of the universe.

Jessica, all of the engineers in bunny suits are funny. She was the shorter one, often holding a camera. Not that it matters, but, you know.

She also has photos she took in the book that Steve Sqyres wrote.

She was the shorter one, often holding a camera.

Pretty sure I pointed her out correctly, then. Neat!

Here's an interesting article from the Washington Post, especially for anyone invoved in the Buffista Cookbook - Can a recipe be stolen?

That's not really my issue.

I meant to open with, "I was just talking about podiatrists last night!" That was the segue between what you had to talk about, and what I had to talk about.

I meant to open with, "I was just talking about podiatrists last night!" That was the segue between what you had to talk about, and what I had to talk about.

I think you're letting down the East Coast side. Talk better.

HA! OH! We were supposed to hear the thought from your head. I wasn't listening hard enough.

Buffy gets blamed for slaying both WB and UPN.