No Friday quiz today: We're off to the City of Lovely Brothers, or the Lovely City of Brothers or whatever that cult leader William Penn called it. Presumably you're reading this long after having gorged yourselves on soy burgers, genetically-enhanced corn-on-the-cob, and Smirnoff Apple-Pie Flavored Malt Beverage. (Unless, of course, you're a globe-trotting Oz-naut.) In which case, we can offer you some reading in lieu of a better explanation for all of the outdoor gorging and loud noises.

(Speaking of globe-trotters -- we offer a special holiday greeting to our favorite American abroad, who, we hope, is taking this day off to blow something up as his heritage dictates.)

In an unrelated note, you might be interested in what happens if you type "Weapons of Mass Destruction" into Google and click "I Feel Lucky".