Well, hell. It seems like I just bought this goddamn phone, and now the rumor mill says that a new edition is already on the verge of release. I'd like to say I'll stick with my perfectly-fine phone, but the addition of bluetooth and a quadrupling of connection speed might be too much to pass up.

Pretty fucking boring, huh? Catherine IMed me a message along the lines of "Oh good a Sun and Jin flashback!" But c'mon — that's unlikely to involve anyone getting impaled by mysterious robomechanical and/or undead castaways. A lost wedding ring plotline? You're not really shooting for the "young males" demo this week, are you?

The teaser for next week was irritating. THIS WILL BE THE ONE YOU TALK ABOUT FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON, it promised. ONE OF THESE CASTAWAYS WILL DIE, it said, while showing shots of the main characters — and lingering on the increasingly gangrenous Sawyer. OH WAIT NO, it was actually a shot of Sawyer walking behind a female character who was introduced two weeks ago. I can't remember what her name is, but that's okay: I've got a feeling that that piece information will become useless in about six days anyway.

Veronica Mars continues to get better, and Kristin Bell continues to look hotter. I'm afraid I'm developing a little bit of a crush — I saw an ad for an episode of "Punk'd" this morning that featured her sassily talking back to a fake cop(!), and for once the sight of Ashton Kutcher failed to send me into a murderous rage.

I neglected to do this last week — Catherine's figured out how to use Bittorrent on her own, but I'll keep it up anyway. Here's last week's Veronica Mars (last night's isn't up yet). Here's last week's Lost. And here's the Lost that aired last night. There are 14,000 people in the swarm! This is extremely exciting to me for some reason.

Someone has brought donut holes in to the office this morning. I'm grateful for the free snack (even though they're making me feel pretty sick right now). But I can't approve of the basic donut hole design. The whole genius of the donut is the hole: not only does it allow for even cooking, but it affords more surface area. More surface area means more contact with the oil, which means more fat, which means more deliciousness. The donut hole is doomed to a poorer tastiness:mass ratio than its larger cousin.

One of the few things I remember from college math is that as a conventional geometric object is projected into more dimensions, a greater proportion of the points contained within that object exist on its surface. This seems a little counterintuitive, particularly since you can cram an infinite number of geometric points into any given space. But you'll just have to take my word for it (particularly since I don't remember how to understand the math that provides the justification): the ratio of points on a sphere's surface to those in its interior is higher than the ratio of points on a circle's circumference to those in its interior. This relationship holds until you get to seven dimensions and change, at which point it maxes out and begins to decline.

Two important conclusions follow. One, multi-dimensional string theory may hold the key to snack foods of unimagined delectability (the ideal hyperdonut exists in 7.25695 dimensions). And two, the donuts in Homer Simpson's 2D universe must be less tasty than those in our own. Dude must really like donuts.

She did kind of ask for it.