Do you know why I've gotten along wonderfully with my Conservative in-laws? Because in general we've never discussed Plan B, Iraq, Religion or the Rossi-Gregoire fiasco (okay, I just bit my lip and said nothing then.)

Come to think of it, what we have discussed many times is what kind of pie we've wanted.

I hear from a reliable source that since the Buddhists vacated the old Mills & Mills funeral home, so have the resident Norwegian rats, the big ones. And they are on the move. I saw a trap outside the Tea Lady (ha, and someone had already tagged it!). So, the next time you’re watching a movie at the Capital Theater and feel something touch your foot…it might not be your neighbor.

_{Note: this is not a slander on our Buddhist community. Rats just prefer human company.}

O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest,
thou thread,
Thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter,
nail!
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou!
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread? - Shakespeare

The only victim in the great 2008 quake was a guy who had killed and stuffed a caiman. He had posed the dead reptile with an open mouth, into which the human victor was sticking his head while showing off to pals at the exact moment of the tremor, thus causing the jaws to snap shut. Revenge of the dead caiman.