It 's Tuesday, April 20th, 102 years to the day that Marie Curie isolated radium in her shed. 32 years later she was gone, victim to leukemia. The moral: science is bad. The only good thing we ever got from radium was that spider that bit Peter Parker and turned him in to Spiderman.

So, anyway, it's a minty fresh day, perfect for practice. All ballers, shot-callers, brawlers etc. should be at Fox Street @ 6pm. Playa-haters not welcome.

Also, I am pleased to announce that my worshipers have crowned me Grammar God, thanks to this fiendish little quiz. See if you can join me on my cloud, or must continue your puny mortal existence. Bow low down at the wrath of my split infinitive! Mwahahahahahahaha!

Oh, yeah, and I also rated the Perfect Girlfriend on this one. It's going to be a good day, sistahs!