In other news: Alison compares bug spray to whiskey, as she discovers that one of her resident kitchen vermin has a higher tolerance than she does. I am mulling over which charity i’ll be singing for. Rabi saves a life and lives in a cave, but she seems to have forsaken permalinks (or not). We’re one step closer to living in an episode of X-Files. Just when i thought she was about to slip, she reaffirms my faith. I talked to another Philly blogger. Meg is either a Virgo or operates on the same set of brain waves as i do. Brendan won’t be back for over a year. And, um, i started writing a new song for the first time in a while.