See you in New Haven

It turns out that both the Mite and I will be in New Haven this weekend. He'll be shepherding his team of Tennessee Williams people—they're registered in every activity known to man—and he's asked me to come along and help keep track of the little darlings. I did ask Menick to add me in for mutual judge preferencing in LD, but I'm not sure if he did or not. Then again, how many strikes can one poor old ex-debater suffer through? Maybe he put me into JV instead. Whatever. Say hello if you run into me there. I'll do the same if I run into me there.

Of course, the new forensics season notwithstanding, the Mite is in a state of permanent depression over the whole Japan business. "I mean," he opines, "first they won't let Steve Jobs out because of a few ninja murder weapons, and now they won't let Paris Hilton in because of a few drug convictions." As usual, he is stalking around in anger as he makes this pronouncement. "They're vicious, those Nipponers," he says. "They want to keep Jobs in the country so they can turn Apple into a Japanese corporation and make the country a dominant tech power again, and at the same time they're smart enough to keep Paris Hilton out of the country because her very presence would threaten their economy and their sanity both. And anyone who's ever watched Japanese television knows that that's saying quite a mouthful."

Whatever. Speaking of mouthfuls, you can hear the latest episode, or read it, in the usual places, the usual way. If you like what you hear/read, shower us with money when you run into us this weekend.