Bah. Shitty commute. My legs got soaked. It was rainy and too windy for umbrellas. It was raining so hard the ceiling of my bus was dripping on me. And then the trains were screwed up at Howard.

Oh well - it's nice and toasty here. I think there will be a hot bath and a nap, followed by BSG.

Vernors is not ginger ale. Check the label. Ginger soda.

yeah yeah yeah. Whatever.

CSI last night had a great version of "Word Up" that I'd really like to know more about.

Really liked it, though it took me a second to realize what I was listening to. The dance was totally adorkable, too.

yeah yeah yeah. Whatever.

Ginger ale. Ginger soda. Ginger beer.

These distinctions exist for a reason, people. Let's not get sloppy.

Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.

We had such a lovely warm and sunny day here in Somerville -- I was out at lunch for a visit to my chiropractor, and on the way back to the office I stopped at the farmer's market in Copley Square, where I got some rye-bread rolls and some Baldwin apples. Yum!

Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.

Some librarian.

Let me now go make chocolate bundt cake or something.

Grrrr.... CBS' streaming player is giving me no love right now. It keeps hanging. I haven't seen the last fifteen minutes of the latest Survivor. I know which team lost immunity, but I don't know who got voted off.

I can fill you in the last bit if you want.

Yeah. At this point, I'ma throw up my hands on the stupid player for now. I may try and watch the end later, but for now I'll just settle for know who got the boot.

And any other juicy bits, if there were any. I'm strongly suspecting Jonathan's momentary stupidity gets him tossed.