Happy V-Day

I can't post on the worst of all possible holidays in the worst of all possible worlds. I hate it when I don't have a significant other. I hate it more when I do. I wish St. Valentine were alive today, so I could stone him to death (again) myself.

If you happen to figure out who it was that put up those atrocious Valentine's day decorations on old campus, please hit him/her and tell him/her it was from me.

UPDATE: Pining? Who's pining? I am a counter-revolutionary, in case it wasn't clear.

UPDATE: Reading Maureen Dowd has never been exactly edifying (which is why I stopped doing it), but this is really sad. Which brings me to a larger point: The NYT's columnists can and often enough do write thoroughly awful editorials.