Don't Ask . . .

It's a much later evening than I intended, and once again, it's work related. No, it's not that crushing deadline (which has been extended--have I mentioned that? It's a double-edged sword, acknowledgment that I wasn't ever going to actually meet it, but stretching out the time before I can be finally rid of the project) but something else altogether. Everything turned out OK (at least, it has so far), but my attention was completely hijacked, so I'm essentially contentless tonight. Things have to get better soon--that's a rule of some sort, isn't it?

In the meantime, here are a couple of links to tide you over. Stand up for Joe Lieberman, and he'll repay you as he sees fit; here's a round up of terrorist fist jabs; and Dr. Who stops by for a very special This Modern World.