Because I don't Tweet:

I prefer calling it "Wolframite," thanks very much. So I'll just keep on doing that. Thank you.

eewwww.

My mom told me a story a few months ago; she'd heard or read about it in a Rabbi's sermon somewhere. It was basically a parable regarding personal behavior, and how you're never really alone in what you do and/or say, because the Divine Eye is always on you...

I just had a terrible, frightening realization, as I sit in bed, eating chinese takeout rice sans utensils: if, for whatever reason, I happen to be under surveillance (supernatural or just regular natural) at the moment, I am SO totally screwed!