It's 9:15 on a hot Thursday evening...:

Guess it's that time again, she's called Lykke Li

The Top 10 Most Influential Educational Video Games from the 1980s. You know #1. You don't really have to click to find that out, do you?

Eddie Izzard- Death Star Canteen:

I think that's their potential record for the remaining games. The Rangers, as an example, have played 8 games, and show 74 left in the table.

Why does the chart only go to 78 games? Are they playing a short schedule this year?

I think the chances of me getting through airport security with either a 4" blade or a Hezbollah flag are somewhat less good.

Speaking of chances, 70%!!

That's pretty good, but not as good as the time I took a 4" locking military style blade through not one, but two consecutive security screenings and x-rays (Edmonton and London) in my carry-on before getting caught the third go-round, on my way out of London Heathrow, which had already checked my bag and deemed my slightly-too-big toothpaste tube to be the only dangerous weapon in the bag.

Did I mention that in my passport picture I have this huge white-kimbo-slice beard going and hippie shag hair, and at the airport I was clean shaven with short hair? That's not suspicious I guess.

Obviously, they had me billed as either a toothpaste bomber or a harmless knife-wielder.

The Things He Carried -- Jeffrey Goldberg's look at airport security:

On another occasion, at LaGuardia, in New York, the transportation-security officer in charge of my secondary screening emptied my carry-on bag of nearly everything it contained, including a yellow, three-foot-by-four-foot Hezbollah flag, purchased at a Hezbollah gift shop in south Lebanon. The flag features, as its charming main image, an upraised fist clutching an AK-47 automatic rifle. Atop the rifle is a line of Arabic writing that reads Then surely the party of God are they who will be triumphant. The officer took the flag and spread it out on the inspection table. She finished her inspection, gave me back my flag, and told me I could go. I said, “That’s a Hezbollah flag.” She said, “Uh-huh.” Not “Uh-huh, I’ve been trained to recognize the symbols of anti-American terror groups, but after careful inspection of your physical person, your behavior, and your last name, I’ve come to the conclusion that you are not a Bekaa Valley–trained threat to the United States commercial aviation system,” but “Uh-huh, I’m going on break, why are you talking to me?”

At the risk of jinxing the third period for the Oilers, Cookies for Lubo: