And as much as I'm less than charmed with Iraq, I can't wait to see what happens when the UN fails to find any weapons of mass destruction. I think W might actually shit himself.
In other news, this morning I got out of the subway on 42nd street in time to watch a 3-foot-long cube of ice fall from the top of the Chrysler Building and crash on the opposite side of the street. That woke everybody up. There's nothing quite like walking to work and being afraid of imminent death from the sky.
Spoon fucking rules. There's something Blur-ry about them, and that's never a bad thing.