2003-09-10

I have to back Heather up on this one. I hereby put out a call to all of my readers in and around the fine metropolis of London: for the love of everything holy, PLEASE go throw something at David Blaine. Or better yet, ignore him entirely, which will assuredly cause him to shrivel up and vanish in a puff of thwarted ego.

The hazelnut bar I just bought for lunch has a warning on the package: �May contain traces of nuts.� I think I want my dollar back.

Nope, nothing to see here, folks. Move along.