That was an easy one. Now try:

Hi everyone.

I had a date tonight, someone I met on nerve.com.

It went fine until he told me that he sometimes likes to wear his Spock ears when he goes out to dinner.

I. Give. Up.

(This one gives itself away, but I LOVE IT SO:

I am sneaking a break from playtime with Emmett, which has been going on nearly nonstop ever since he discovered a couple of evenings ago that I can do voices and improv snarky dialogue and bitter fights. (Almost literally nonstop--I get up at 6:30 a.m. to putter around in the kitchen, and suddenly he's at my elbow, wide awake and saying eagerly, "Can we play?")

I'm now trapped in an endless loop of playing quarrelsome identical twins lost somewhere on a limitless field of seething hot magma and sniping at each other, while he listens and smiles and smiles. I love Emmett and it's unbelievably flattering to have him seek me out and want to spend time playing with me and me alone, but I HATE THE MAGMA FIELD. )

It went fine until he told me that he sometimes likes to wear his Spock ears when he goes out to dinner.

That is hilarious! But I don't know who.

I say that one's Shrift.

From Andrew Sullivan:

Correction of The Day

"John Gibson never compared Eric Holder to a monkey with a bright blue scrotum," - Huffington Post, February 19, 2009.

Damn. 11 cop cars just went by at high speed with sirens and lights flashing. Must be a shooting (to require that many cops).

Ooh. Two more. 13 total.

OK, one more. 14.

There is gang-related activity in this part of Evanston.

eta: 15.

Maybe they are chasing a couple of guys on a mission from God.

Heh. Yeah, that would explain it.

eta: They were all headed South, to Chicago.

"Use of unnecessary violence in the apprehension of the Blues Brothers...has been approved."

The Magic CTA Bus Tracker says my bus will be here in four minutes!

See ya!