Yesterday, a student I hadn't met before noticed a few Elvisy items on display in my office (where else can it all go?) and asked if I have a thing for the King. I gave him the abbreviated version of the childhood crush turned lifetime collection story, and finished by explaining that I'm not stuck on Elvis now. He responded, "Oh, that's okay. Although, you'd be pretty weird if you were."

He doesn't even know.

These are the kinds of exchanges that lead me to drink Vanilla Stoli with grapefruit juice--I work with what I've got in the fridge-- at night.

Last night, Em and I were hanging out at my apartment after having dinner with another friend at our favorite Indian restaurant. We saw a trailer for the upcoming news report on Fox, and Em commented that she loves how Fox calls what they do "the news." She even pantomimed the air quotes. I responded that I find it very painful and wrong too and suggested that they change the name to something more honest, like Fox's Questionable Information. I'd rather peruse the CNN or BBC webpages and stick with watching Seinfeld reruns during the 10 o'clock hour.