Monstro's birthday is Thursday so he's walking around asking everybody if he's middle aged. We're not answering him. Our game group met last night — the woman who brought dinner included a homemade carrot cake (with homemade cream-cheese frosting) with the legend “All Hail the Game Master.” Then I brought out his birthday present from me (a new hard drive, specifically for gaming), from the boy (Crysis), and his Valentine's gift (two gigs of RAM), and his anniversary present (a new fast-as-lightening video card with another 512 MB of on-board RAM). Kind of stinks that now he won't have anything to open on his b'day, Valentine's Day, or our anniversary, but his buddy is a Dell consultant and offered to do the installs for free, and I couldn't see dragging Russ over three times.

So, happy early birthday, sweetheart. Of course, now I won't see him for a month, as he'll be holed up in his study, killing baddies.

So I was driving to the health center the other day to make sure my cough wasn't pneumonia (it's not), and when I pulled off the highway I was stopped at a light and surveyed the following scene: Hillary Clinton supporters standing in the median of Highway 9, waving their red-white-and-blue “Hillary” signs and smiling, smiling, smiling. Across the street from them stood another flock of Hillary followers, waving similar signage and wearing similar smiles.

And between the two groups of supporters, in the middle lane, was a guy in a car that had crapped out. He had his hazard lights on and was on his cell phone, presumably to Triple-A.

And not one of the Hillary supporters thought, “Hey, we should help that guy out, or at least push his car out of the road so that nobody rear-ends him.” They were all about the sign waving, and the smiling, but when it came to taking an action that would make a positive difference in somebody's life? Nada.

And I thought, If this isn't the perfect metaphor for Hillary Clinton's political career, I don't know what is.

…but now I'm found! It was 35 weeks ago until LAST NIGHT when we got a new episode of the best show on TV. Ahh, LOST. How I've missed you. SPOILERS AHEAD: Did you all notice that the guy in the rocking chair in the spooky cabin of spirits was played by the actor who played Jack's Dad? And that the guy who popped up in the window looked an awful lot like Unibomber Charlie? For that matter, the “rescuer” guy looked like Charlie, too. And Hurley, back in the mental hospital (say Hey to Britney for me, wouldja?), was so sad. The creepy “Oceanic” guy who came to visit him shared a name with the angel who brings on the destruction of the apocalypse. Hmmm.

Monstro now thinks that Lost Island is actually the Garden of Eden, and that's why the compasses don't work.