Thank you, dear Committee members. Thank you for alerting us that Matt Damon is this year's sexiest man alive. I can never decide for myself, so every year I find myself eagerly awaiting your opinion on the subject. No really. Your insights are a beacon of light in an increasingly dreary world.

Okay, okay, okay . . . let me just set the snarkiness aside for a moment. The thing is, I don't actually have a problem with Matt Damon per se (aren't you impressed by my use of Latin?), but why does it always seem to be the same three guys cycling in and out of the winner slot? Matt Damon. George Clooney. Brad Pitt. Matt Damon. George Clooney. Brad Pitt. Matt Damon. George Clooney. And...Mark Ruffalo? Ha! Just kidding. It's Brad Pitt again.

Boring.

Hey again, silly-muffins. I know I've been MIA for quite a while (and for that I apologize), but I've been doing lots of secret agent stuff lately and I just haven't had a minute to myself. I hope to do better in the near future. For my first foray back into Blogland, I thought I'd post some examples of Nick's recent knitted projects. Biff! Bam! Zowie! It's like having my own personal sweatshop.