I'm not quite sure what's more absurd in today's news, the ruling that R. Kelly has to avoid Michael Jackson at the Grammys or this mug shot of the Godfather of Soul: One of my co-workers who I like very much is leaving our company, which saddens me greatly. I can afford mega kung-fu cable at my new apartment, which I have finally secured, and this makes me happy. If only for a week, I wish I was back in New England. There's something very comforting about a snow day, when you don't have to answer to anyone, when all you have to do is stay in bed, watch TV, watch -- and listen to -- the snow fall and eat comfort food like mac 'n' cheese. There's nothing like hearing the snow fall -- it's quiet in a way that is almost unnatural for a city. But believe me, after a week of below-zero temperatures... L.A. would look pretty damn attractive again. Annual corporate meetings will usurp my time today and tomorrow, then I'm off to San Francisco for the weekend. Wheeeeeeeeeeee!