Tonight I just finished the very last level (there are 58 levels) of Weffriddles. Say, have I ever mentioned Weffriddles.com? I did? Just two days ago, you say? What day is it now? Friday? Yikes.

Sorry, it’s these darned riddles. They have a way of crowding everything else out of your brain and demanding to be solved. They make thinking about anything else somewhat difficult. I’m done with them now.

Phoebe warned me, “Don’t go to Weffriddles.com unless you have a couple of hours to spare.”

I should have listened. (But I did make it as far as clue 21 in only one hour.)

UPDATE: Phoebe is passing the blame, to Rosaline.

Wow. Did you know that the U.S. Geological Survey has a “Today in Earthquake History” Web page, that will instantly display all of the significant earthquakes which ever occurred on a particular date, with maps and everything? Well, now you know.

It was eight years ago this very day, Dec. 17, 1998 — around lunch time — that I fell in love. Eight years is not so very long ago, and yet I can no longer remember what it was like not to be in love, except for a vague impression that life was less pleasant. Good thing I wrote it all down.

Researchers in Canada have cured diabetes in mice! The breakthrough is being hailed as “shocking,” “amazing,” and “stunning.” But I’m wondering, even if it works, how many diabetic mice will be able to afford the treatment?

Thank God we have Pajamas Media to bring videos like this to our attention. I don’t know quite what to make of it, so I’ll reproduce the PJM commentary, in its entirety.

Yes, you’ll feel a bit odd watching this. But wait for the hat.

Indeed.