For some reason that I still don't understand, Sarah doesn't want to get a Warthog Bar for the dining room wall.  She just keeps muttering something about "Never." whenever I bring up the subject.

From our "Wow, I Didn't Know You Could Do That With Legos" file:  There is a Hostage Situation in Legoville.

Today it became obvious to me that I went to the wrong college.  My school did not have a Centre for Explosion Studies.  It's really too bad that there isn't a degree program in Explosion Studies.  Imagine the cocktail part conversation:  "Yes, so then I studied law at Harvard before moving to Washington D.

C.  Where did you go toschool?"  "Well, I studied how to blow things up, and now I blow things up professionally."  Which of these people sounds like more fun to hang out with on the weekends?