I don't know if everyone else has seen this, but I forgot to post about it this morning, and I know it gave me a thrill of evil pleasure.

Clay Aiken enlisted a high school choir to support his concert in Jersey. It turns out Clay makes music the same way Kathy Lee makes affordable activewear. Where to begin? The scant and ice-cold meal of McNuggets? The refusal to be photographed with the children? The fake donation to the choir? Or maybe calling the NJ Teacher of the Year "a disgrace"?

The Philadelphia Inquirer and Gawker have the story.

While I'm at it, how about a belated Lost thread? Catherine, Charles and I just watched this week's episode last night. Locke is still awesome, Jack's backstory suddenly seems interesting, and Ethan's downright terrifying.

As to the root of the island's mystery? Charles thinks zombies. Personally, I've wasted too much time in Photoshop to give up on the mechasaurus hypothesis. The latest revision: holographic disguises.

Blogging might be light today -- Catherine's occuppied with her Italian side-project, and I'm swamped at work. Normally I'd bitch and moan about whoever's incompetence caused the current avalanch of bug-fixes, but in this case the blame falls squarely on me. I did a shitty job on this project and now it's time to settle accounts. Fortunately the client is an academic institution -- it's not like they have particularly deep pockets for follow-on work, anyway, so the damage will be limited.

It could be worse, and occasionally has been. My professional low point was probably when my coworkers discovered I had been running Kazaa on one of the company servers from Italy (in order to get some homesickness-alleviating American TV & movies). It was common knowledge that one of my coworkers used P2P constantly on his work desktop, but doing it on the server didn't go over nearly so well -- I almost got fired for that one. Anyone else have some mortifying workplace stories to share?