I guess it's like having BO or being boring - you don't know if you're *special*, you just have to hope someone will tell you in time to save you from being too embarrassed.  But maybe if you really are *special*, you wouldn't be embarrassed anyway.  Either way, people keep looking at me and talking to me like I'm *special*.  Especially today when I fell over in the street.

I finally understand the war on terror.  If you actually go looking for terrorists in, say, Iraq, you find the place is seething with them, just waiting to bomb you all to hell.  Seek and ye shall find?