I am currently writing this from a secure, undisclosed location. (OK, it's my parents' house, where I have temporarily relocated so I can do my laundry and eat something besides canned soup and warm Coke.) Once the power is restored at Vitamin B Glandular Show World Headquarters, I'll regale you all with my hurricane story. It's a bracing tale of man emerging triumphant against the elements - sort of like a Jack London novel, but with a lot more petty whining and bitching. Also, expect the phrase "Pepco can eat a dick" to be liberally sprinkled throughout the text.