Strange Dreams
I had some strange dreams last night. In one of them, I decided that fast food restaurants would soon need to post disclaimers on their menus. They would be sort of like the Terms of Use agreements on a web site, or a software license agreement. "By purchasing and consuming this food, you are acknowledging that coffee is made hot, that french fries are made with animal parts, and that eating cheeseburgers will make your ass really huge." Or words to that effect.

The Moose!
Has anyone listened to this Charles Moose guy? He's the cop that's investigating the D.C. sniper shootings. He is not the best person to put in front of a microphone. This guy talks like James Brown. How does someone so seemingly unintelligent get a position of power such as this?