Thank you, Trisha, for sending your people back in time 1000 years

So, I really like the website digg. It's a great resource for all things tech and geek. I haven't actually registered yet to "digg" stories, but I hit the site at least three times a day to see what's new.
So, just a few minutes ago, I went there and the first article has the horrible title of "North Korea doesn't love Google long time." It seems that Google Earth, the wonderful little spy-type program that Google has put out with detailed satellite pictures of the entire planet, shows where all the bases and official residences are in South Korea. Since Google Earth is available to anyone, the South Korean government is freaking out because now North Korea has access to these maps. Okay, look, let's straighten something out. North Korea already had this information. North Korea not knowing where military bases and special spots are in South Korea is like Canada not knowing where the White House is. Second, sure, North Korea knows where South Korea's shit is, but it works both ways. Now, South Korea can know where North Korean stuff is, which seems like that would be more important in the long run. But, if logic follows, South Korea knows where North Korea's shit was already, since that's like a U.S. citizen not knowing where Toronto is. Wait, dude, shit, where is Toronto?
Anyway, enough of the subversive civics lesson.
Over the last 24 hours, I've become addicted to this game, Patience. It's a difficult but amazingly addictive game that I have lost several hours to, "Just one more game, then I'll stop." The only reason I stopped last night was because my eyes were burning too much and I needed to sleep.
Ah, Labor Day. So nice, so slow. Too bad it's almost over.
The SotP from last time was Smokey Robinson and the Miracles' Tears of a Clown. Stevie Wonder came up with the music, and if anyone has heard anything off of Songs to the Key of Life, it shows. The song is essentially the same song as the Miracles' Tracks of My Tears, about a guy who lost his love but is constantly around her, trying to put off a happy vibe.
Song of the Post: "She came down from Cincinnati; / it took her three days on a train. / Lookin' for some peace and quiet, / hopes to see the sun again."