Watched a bit of the Kid's Choice Awards with Bek after a ball game, and got a tiny chill when young Miley thanked her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for her good fortune. Achy Breaky Heart, indeed. Bek and I had a nice chat afterwards about born-again notions of The Rapture, Armageddon, and the like. Then we shot hoops and I threatened him with a tickle if he didn't brush his teeth and have some sweet sweet dreams. (I suggested giraffes in floppy, polka-dotted bowties piloting large, open air balloon-ships over a wide, lush valley, while listening to a Strauss waltz, but the option of course, is his.)