Botolph (bott-ulf, not bo-tolph) was an English abbot, a master farmer, and is the patron saint of farming. He even has a feast day. And a street in Boston (Botolph’s Town), Mass. is named after him.

He tried to a build a church in a mysterious place called Icanho, which may or may not be Plymouth Hoe. Which is close to Crapstone.

He, like most early saints, had a ridiculously long, thin nose , gained through a monastic process of face-stretching boys at a young age.

Ernesto Downgraded; John now Category 4

All in the family. The Florida Hurricane Freakout Level has been lowered to Scream, but hundreds continue to flee the state due to the bear infestation. Governor Bush has created an anti-bear task squad of 20,000 paramilitary alligators, at the cost of $50,000,000 taxpayer dollars. John, meanwhile is scattering all of the bottle caps on Acapulco’s beaches and taking revenge on Montezuma’s homeland for all of the pollution from Mexico City melting the ice caps.

AT&T says hackers got 19,000 customers’ cards

Now’s the time for husbands to charge porn on their credit card and say the hackers did it.

Lake Havasu City police looking for real-life Hamburglar

A suspect disguised as a “big, fat purple dude” was also seen in the vicinity at the time of the trespassing. Police are being posted at area McDonald’s to eat burgers all day and watch for intruders.

This place is crazy. Like Lewis Carroll’s crack den, the restaurant features a pink-hued checkboard dining room with a balcony, a zebra room, and a “jewel-box-like supper club”. O…k… So, we hit it on the last night of Restaurant Week. We started off with drinks, including Kir (brilliant), and my 888 Vodka martini. The waiter originally thought I was pointing to a shot of 888 on the menu (??).

For apps, we evenly split the salmon and gazpacho. Each were pretty gratifying. I got the halibut for dinner, if for nothing else, to get to say the word “succotash”. And, even though it took me about 50% longer than everyone else, I cleaned my plate, despite the waiter’s attempt to steal it from me. He also tried to convince us that the chocolate panna cotta was better than the peach tart tatin, but the first two orders immediately rejected his suggestion for the peach. Both desserts were downright ambrosial.

It’s an ethereal, snooty place with weird-shaped tables and bizarre decor, but definitely worth a visit for both the experience and menu alike.

We combined Restaurant Week and birthday action at Azure in the Lenox Hotel, and it didn’t disappoint. The mod-swank interior was dimly lit and the vibe was as cool as my martini. The appetizer was possibly the highlight of the meal, as the caramelized potato gnocchi sent our PET scans off the charts. The goat cheese butter & manchego were out of control. It’s now the standard by which I assess gnocchi.

The pork medallions weren’t the prettiest, but they tag-teamed risotto into a powerful combination. Kinda like Junkyard Dog and Haystack Calhoun. Not the Hulkster, but still dang good. The profiterole for dessert was just as solid, and all in all, well worth the $30.06. The service was nearly unintelligible, but decent enough. Probably going back for the regular fare soon.