Something tells me they might be bad at their job if that's the case.

Two Muslim religious leaders say they were removed from a commercial airliner in Memphis on Friday and were told it was because the pilot refused to fly with them aboard.

How bad at being a radical Muslim terrorist would you have to be to show up for the flight you're planning on bombing or hijacking in traditional Muslim garb? It always sounds from these stories like people see men or women in Muslim attire and immediately assume they got the radical Muslim terrorist who got kicked out of Terrorist School on day one.

"All right, we will begin the lessons in just a moment, but Mohammad, there is something we need to discuss. Quite frankly ... you need a makeover."

Three days and I'm already ringing up the big bucks.

I have made a grand total of twenty-four cents from the shiny new blog already.

I think I'll retire and start a vineyard in ... wherever it is that one starts vineyards.

(Also, the only thing that's taking me any time whatsoever is searching for sex-related movie quotes to use as subject lines. Oh, and I really do have to sit down one of these days and make a list of stuff I want to write about.)

I'm starting to hate Sundays.

Last week, it was food poisoning. This week, it's a cold.

Luckily, I have chai and a banana nut muffin and Seconds From Disaster episodes to comfort me while I try in vain to swallow like a normal person. Ugh.

In other news, here is a hamster with a petunia on its head.

My demands are simple.

Someone come to my house and make me soup?