Everybody in southern California seems to be falling ill, so I'm sure it won't be too long before I'm KO'ed as well. Perhaps if I keep enough green “liquid death” (read: NyQuil) coursing through my veins, the bugs will remain at bay? Taste is the first thing to go when I get sick – which would explain my sense of humor as of late. I've moved my home office mini-television into the bedroom in preparation for the inevitable. Even if I don't become the next witless victim, I'll be able to fall asleep to Drew Carey reruns and wake up to Battlestar Girlactica promos. With red hot Wi-Fi, I'm also able to stay connected while under the covers. Adventure Elf, here I come!