rubinville

Well, the Iran mission was only a half a success. I was able to destroy some uranium enrichment tubes, but they are so scattered across the country that I'm afraid that I'll have to go back in a week or two. I'll keep you posted on that.

After I returned from the mission, I met my mom, my sister and my future sister-in-law at Bloomingdale's. I spent a good three hours in the women's section while hundreds of shop-crazed ladies wandered around like crack-fiends trying to find a fix. Most of my time there was spent sitting on a bench gaurding a pile of clothes as they continued on their hunt for bargains. I sat next to a man who I thought was sleeping, but in hindsight I think he died while waiting for his wife to return.

The quote of the afternoon was by one girl, in her mid-twenties, to a friend. She said, "I was fatter this afternoon", as she yanked a shirt off the rack. I know that many women are weight conscious, but is it really changing on an hourly basis?

Speaking of women whose weight changes on an hourly basis, I'm now watching Joan Rivers on the Golden Globes pre-show on the E! channel.

Yes, I know it's not her weight that changes it's her face, but I just felt the joke and I went with it.

Oh, and I also know that she doesn't even work for the E! channel anymore. She works for the TV Guide channel.

Fine, fine, the whole joke was flawed. Much like Joan's face.

Wow, I really brought that one around. That's the mark of a true professional...