Well we're considering the polls closed and Drink of the Week will remain as it always has. Plain 'ol text. Suits us just fine, really...all these whippersnappers and their fancy picshures with their email, it just tires us right out. And speaking of pictures, our photographer is out of commission until next week. It appears that he was trying to take an extreme close-up picture of a grizzly bear's eyebrows. From what we're piecing together from the one-eyed crime scene investigator, apparently something spooked the bear and it went on a "bloodthirsty rampage fueled by pure dark hatred from the underworld". At this point Mr. Investigation Pants was also waving his hook hand around quite alarmingly so we gave him a peanut-butter cookie and never looked back. He had also started to ask us funny questions about the wombat-sized parachute and utility belt found nearby, and well, we just didn't need to get into that. Did I say peanut-butter cookie? I meant chloroform cookie.