I came downstairs this morning to find my bicycle stripped bare (did I mention that my urban bicycle utopia will include the death penalty for raw shit like this? I'm mentioning it now.) Maybe this means my karma will get straight now, and I can have a date with a real live girl and maybe a new job. But probably not. Anywho, it definitely means a visit from the Lab's official shitty-day diva Julee Cruise.