Jack is sick. Tummy sick. Oh, man. Eeeew. Note to self: Don't let a stomach flu coincide with a broken washing machine.

The recently noted spy photos of an upcoming video iPod are fake. The hoaxer made a step-by-step video of the creation of his popular deception.

The scale tells me that I was unaffected by the The Ritz Cracker Incident. I am invincible.

I just started flying for work. My first encounter ever with post-September 11th airport security was, well, not smooth like James Bond. But then I wasn't eventually strapped down to a table with lasers creeping their way toward my inseam either, so I've got that going for me.

I'll be posting on Greek class later. :)