Well, I'm back from my weekend at Scott's, where we ended up going to the Sportsman's Banquet and I consumed catfish, trout, some venison pepper steak, and a microscopic amount of elk. I hope that the venison and elk weren't seasoned with a dash of prion. Ask me in about 20 years. At that time, my code for "yes" will be something psychotic and incoherent.

Hm. Wait a minute.

Make sure it's exactly 20 years, because that will be at 12:42 P.M. and I should be awake. Because if I'm asked something at 4:00 A.M., I may be unconscious and therefore psychotic and incoherent anyway, prion infestation or no prion infestation.

Heh. Look at some of the Google ads that showed up when I searched "prion" to find that link up there:

I'll pass on those sexy prion singles, but thanks!

Oh, and we saw The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou. It was quirky and much better than Lost in Translation (IMO) and I was amused. I'll tell you about it later, in a little post I like to call Movies I've Seen Recently. It's becoming increasingly gargantuan.