Granted, I'm spectacularly bad at math, but I believe I've figured out a formula for those of you "concerned" about the ST movie:

As I sit and listen to my coworkers yammer on and on about the swine flu over the cube wall ("Maybe I shouldn't be so cynical since my daughter's in Australia…")—the same coworkers who treat illness as a badge of honor as they cough all over shared equipment, public surfaces and one another—I have to wonder if…

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai…

The monkey "worked" in the same lab that made Scott Baio 46 and pregnant, so I'm betting on hormones as reason for both the hitting and apologizing.

Awesome.

I believe you, I just hate you.

I'll remember you.