Well, Dear Reader, my “desh-tiny” line from yesterday fell a little flat at home — my wife has threatened to move out unless I tone down the cheese factor in this blog. What’s that bumper sticker? “Man, I’m gonna miss her” — or something like that? Because cheese, friends, is the only thing I know how to do — it got me through college, dang it (I once wrote a ten-page paper in a religion course about an imaginary frog — and got an “A,” thank you very much…). Alright, enough about me, let’s get to it.

Another day, another destiny. So sings Jean Valjean (actually when he sings it on my parents’ recording, it sounds much more like “another day, another desh-tiny…”). And indeed, here in the Intergalactic HQ, those words ring true every day during the summer.