Pesticide Detection: Chemical Analysis or Bioimmunoassay?

Ha! Like we would ever interrupt our navel-gazing to answer that question.

This afternoon Mike suddenly remembered the punchline to a joke, and he really wanted to tell it to me but he couldn't remember the setup. He strained to recall the rest of the joke, but it wouldn't come, and finally he just had to spill it.

The punchline goes: "Mustard, custard--and you, ya big shit. Run, Clarence!"

I, for one, hope he never remembers the rest of the joke, because it could never, never be as funny as hearing the punchline first.

My old friend Jess (the author of the llama dialogues) used to keep a list of jokes that were funnier if you never got to the punchline. Her favorite was "Once there was a boy born with a golden screw up his ass." I later found a slightly different version of the joke in its entirety in Borges' Universal History of Iniquity, and the punch was actually pretty good. Now you'll have to read it.