My friend Amy is Miss All-American Bird (an aquatic bald eagle), and my friend Tiffany does a spot-on impersonation of Edward G. Robinson singing “I Will Survive.”

I’m afraid my own talents are more limited in scope. To date, I’d have to say that my crowning glory was concocting a lengthy outgoing answering-machine message in which Captain Picard was being forced to scrub the Holodeck floor by Joan Crawford, and looking back, I don’t think I did that by myself.

I have news, Internet, but I’m too tired to share it tonight. Content Challenge has ended for some, but it rages on for those of us who received special dispensation from Cara to start late. I suggested that our next group activity should be called Blog War, but neither Cara nor I could imagine how to bring that about. I suppose the matter would be taken out of our hands if one of our web logs were sitting on most of the world’s available oil, but I think all we can manage is most of the world’s available sarcasm.