It's 12:30 a.m., and it hasn't even started raining yet. Sure, the wind is picking up, but what happened to all this gloom and doom? I don't want to jinx it, of course. Hurricane Ike is very real, especially for the poor people of Galveston, and especially for the idiots who refused to leave (apparently that covers 40 percent of the island's population). I know a storm is still coming. I'm just ready for it to start, because I'm yawning ever ten seconds here and am ready for a show.

Murray's predicted headline tomorrow: "Ike Strikes!"

Raja's predicted headline tomorrow: "Y-IKE-S!"

My predicted headline tomorrow (if the storm doesn't live up to the hype, of course): "S-IKE!"