My whole neighborhood, from the safeway all the way to my house smells like natural gas. I hope that it is not the terrorists. If it is, and I am dead along with the rest of Queen Anne come sunrise, maybe this blog entry can serve the same function as those phone calls from people on the 9-11 flights. Maybe you can lie and say that I wrote something heroic. Better still, maybe you can hack in to my blogger and write something heroic for me.
And to think, I laughed at all of that duct tape.