January 18, 2004 9:27 PM

I took an unplanned walk home after incredible fettucini alfredo. I had misread the schedule. Where's my machismo? I was scared of that stranger who was idly waiting to knife timid college boys in khaki parkas. I was posed to fight, cell phone in one hand (to the temple, ya know) and Snow's Vermeer in the other (to the crotch). Luckily I didn't have to use my Power Ranger styleeze.

So now I'm too tired to finish Snow.

Oh yeah Firebird -- forget Internet EXPLODER (yeah! ha-ha funny). Tabbed browsing, spectacular pop-up and ad filtering, faster page rendering, and -- get this -- you don't lose your entries if you accidentally click a link! Oh yes and all this cake is free.