My life as a teetotaller: It occurred to me this morning that if New Year's Eve is me at my most alien (everyone is drunk except me), New Year's Day is me at my most superhuman (everyone is hungover except me). Today I have intelligence and dexterity far exceeding those of ordinary men. Beware my cunning and speed.

Let the punishment fit the crime: The Vermont teenagers who broke into Robert Frost's house and vandalized it during a raucous party have been sentenced to one day studying his poems.

You know who else was a vegetarian? Yeah, that's right. Via Cyn-C.

PS: The Wikipedia article points out he didn't drink or smoke, either. I'm beginning to suspect I might be Hitler.