Did anybody ever tell you your last name is an adverb?

J and I were discussing yesterday how he's come down with a rare, unique affliction: road-related Tourette's syndrome. I swear, most of the time J is a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of guy who can find humor in almost all situations. But you put him behind the wheel of a car, send him off into rush hour traffic, and a string of profanities will spew forth from him like nothing I've ever heard. We'll be driving into work in the morning, I'm still half-asleep, and he's sitting beside me saying things like "I have to reboot all the printers @#%* sucker mother %#@)* son of a @#%^*( monkey @#%!'s ^$@#*" And I just stare at him, stunned. You know, the quicker scientists can come up with a way to beam us all where we want to go instead of having to travel, I think the better off and less cursing we will be as a society. Get to work on that, you MIT kids! I have faith in you!