So I'm in Tucson, my parents are in the store next door looking at furniture and I've snuck away to CompUSA to check my mail and see how things are going in the outside world. I'm such an addict!

I was mildly surprised when I got to Tucson, unpacked my bag and realized that the vaunted federal screeners -- whose installation at LAX was praised and plastered all over the L.A. Times earlier this week -- failed to catch the razor and extra blades I'd unwittingly thrown in my weekend bag that I carried on the plane with me. They let me through security and onto the plane with a razor. Speaks wonders for the security of our airports and planes, doesn't it? Makes you feel really secure, eh?

In other news, my parents' new house is really nice, they have an incredible view of the mountains from all but one of the rooms in the house, and I can see the buildings of the Sierra Tucson celebrity detox clinic from the back porch and the spare bedroom I currently occupy.