I wasn't going to write anything tonight, but I just got home from seeing a play (Death on a Pink Carpet at Live Bait -- it's great, go see it. Review tomorrow.) and I found the following on my answering machine.

Beep
Machine: Message one
Angie: (yelling) You are so obviously screening your calls right now, because you are so obviously watching men's figure skating. I just wanted to call you because I just saw Brian Boitano, and I wanted to sing you "What would Brian Boitana Do?" from South park, but you're screening your calls, and singing it on you answering machine isn't as much fun. But you a so obviously screening your calls! [Click]
Machine: Message two
Angie: (sounding chastened) Hi, it's me again. I just remembered you're out watching that show, so you're not screening your calls, so, um, yeah. Bye.

If it makes you feel any better, Ang, I taped the entire night's Olympic coverage so I could watch the Men's Figure Skating-- Long Program at my leisure. How sad is that?