about last night...: yeah, my palm modem batteries died at 10:30. pooh. you might've noticed that the entries were fewer, as was the word count. that's what happens when you have to resort to graffiti -- EVERY WORD COUNTS, because that graffiti shit is a bitch to do. but you didn't really miss anything -- for proof, check out dave's site, he was there all night. britney's performance was a bit of a let down but what red-blooded american male didn't feel...funny when he saw britney take hold of that snake...and, similarly, what gentleman wasn't disappointed when she held it for too long and didn't know what to do with it? (always embarrassing, for everyone involved).