...and that's the last time I ever crashed a PTA meeting.

Is it sad that the prospect of checking to see if this was posted or not actually prompted me to get out of bed five minutes earlier than usual?

Actually, that's a lie... I'm still in bed, I'm just awake as well.

Still.

HOSTAGE: A Love Story with Zachary Quinto from Zachary Quinto

Probably, yes.

Also, this gave me crazy deja vu until I remembered this, and then it all made sense.

Okay, I PROMISE this is my last post for the day.

While riding the light rail halfway home, I espied a crumbling, white brick wall between two weedy little lots. Spray-painted on both sides of the wall, bold and red, were the words, BAD WOLF.

Whoever did it is, I think, a Wholigan in the truest sense of the word.