Happy Groundhogs' Day!

     From The Copy Desk: Whatever Phil predicts today, remember groundhogs are mammals, not meteorologists.

Gugelhupf Time!

     From The Copy Desk: The Boys are missing. It was in this wheezing Upstate city, a global powerhouse down on its luck, that The Boys were last seen. Schenectady, where GE made the stuff that lit up the world, is due to get a state-sanctioned casino complex . . . are The Boys involved in gambling or have they slipped away somewhere to further their education. We expect to see our fuzzy, Hawaiian-shirt wearing half-brothers on milk cartons soon, and if you actually spot The Boys tell them their burrow is still here for them and the larder is stocked. 
     Since it's a holiday weekend, Monday is of course Groundhogs' Day (Hey, it's a day of marmot solidarity, so the apostrophe follows the s to indicate the day belongs to all marmots, not just our imprisoned brothers awoken rudely on an annual basis and forced to become meteorologists), The Boys did leave behind recorded greetings for this august occasion. A transcript follows.

    Marty:  "On this Groundhogs' Day Eve, we plan to remember our imprisoned brothers and sisters. We plan to boycott green screens, that tool of the cult of meteorology, and to enjoy a traditional meal of root vegetables and greens, followed by a bundt cake with green and purple frosting, . . . "
    Warren (interrupting): "Just one cake?"
     Marty (droning on attempting to ignore his half-brother): "green and purple frosting and another with orange frosting - representing all those imprisoned and forced to practice meteorology. We ... "
     Warren (interrupting again): "Hey, should we be messing with meteorologists? They recently cast a spell that shut down New York City!"
     Marty (exasperated): "We plan to leave no leftovers."
     Warren and Marty: "Gugelhupf."