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FrontLein: Something Big Happens

So Izzy and I were buying lunch in Cafe Olé (the most cleverly named cafe in a 30-foot vicinity) when Michael Weiss came in. Izzy had been explaining to me how to cook (food, specifically. Turns out you need a pan.), but Mike would have nothing to do with the subject.

Apparently there's been some sort of big break in a story that he's been working on for a while. Something about surge or insurgents or George Bush. I don't know. I'm sure he'll tell you all about it come tomorrow. It seems big, either way, and he and Joey have been intellectually jousting back and forth for the past hour. I can't count the number of "-ism" words they're making up. They're shameless, really.

Izzy and Amy took that as the cue to leave, but not before Joey could postulate, "What would be more disturbing, you guys? Coming back here in the morning to find our clothes strewn about the floor and us in a tender embrace, or splattered with blood?" Come to think of it, maybe that was the cue to leave.

I'm working tirelessly (or is it toillessly?) on an interactive Flash applet to introduce new users to the site. It's actually mostly a chicanery to trick unsuspecting users into staying around the site long enough for our tech team to trace their computers and hack their bank accounts but hey, if someone accidentally learns something, that'll be fine too.

That's the Leinoff family motto, actually. 

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