Yes, D. That's the part I missed the most. I liked Lena, but I think if they kept it as is, it would have been as impactful as the other stories.

Carmen broke me though.

Bailey broke me. Carmen did too, but Bailey broke me harder.

But then, I cried for about an hour and half when I first read that part of the book. I think I was having my man period that weekend - very moodswingy.

Bailey broke me, but...it got a little too much for me and it took me out of the moment. Carmen pushed a couple buttons of mine, so I was bawling with her.

And, I missed Effie. She needs to be around to balance out Lena.

I lived Carmen's story, although, surprise? Tibby is most like me. Gris, I have read that testosterone fluctuates about fifteen times a *day* so y'all should have the crazier rep than us...I'm not surprised. Only that you said so...very metrosexual of you.

The always nifty Joel Achenbach did a piece on Global Warming skeptics for the Post Magazine a couple weeks back. It's here. He sort of discusses the the problem of mixing politics/media with science. I liked this bit:

Scientists are argumentative by nature. They're supposed to be. They're supposed to attempt to disprove the hypotheses and claims of their fellow scientists. Theories are hazed unmercifully. And when they emerge from that trial-by-skepticism, they are all the more respected.

Certain skeptics -- really, they're optimists -- have scored debate points by noting that prophesies of doom have often slammed into a wall of human resourcefulness. But you can't solve a problem if you spend decades failing to perceive it. Humans adapt best when worried.

Or at least not in denial.

Gonna have to see Inconvenient Truth. I don't want to. I already believe, and it's just going to make me cry and get pissed off. Pissed-er off than I am.

Gris, I have read that testosterone fluctuates about fifteen times a *day* so y'all should have the crazier rep than us...I'm not surprised. Only that you said so...very metrosexual of you.

Yeah, but I actually work on a monthly cycle. Seriously. One out of every four weekends, my only desire is to sit in my room, read sappy teen girl novels, and cry.

I'm a weird, weird man.

I just saw The Lake House too, and I have to agree with Jessica. Once I got over Keanu no longer really looking (or sounding) like he used to, I really enjoyed it. It's a nice little movie, and everyone's very likeable, and just, yeah. I liked it.

Can you whitefont and tell me how it turns out?

Does Keanu spin the Earth around its axis backward in order to erase the last two years and rendezvous with Sandra Bullock?