Weighty stuff.
Matt... can you talk to him this time? He's freaking ignoring me. Give it a try, damnit. I need to get some sleep. We've got the governor coming in the morning and.... well, you know. Oh, hi. As per my usual affectation, I will act surprised at my discovery of your presence. What-WHAT ? Okay, now that that's out of the way. Just trying to get Matt to speak to Mitch Macaphee, our resident mad science advisor, about keeping the noise down a little bit, just for one night. One night, Mitch! That's all I'm asking! Man does not live by tofu alone! He needs socks, too, and occasionally a couple of ounces of baby oil ... so, my point is that it's more complicated than you think! Oh, what's the use? What's he doing that makes so much noise (i.e. more noise than a rock band)? Well, I made the mistake of leaving last Wednesday's paper lying about. Mitch picked it up and zeroed in on an article about the Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland ... yo...