Wow! It is suspiciously quiet in here. I am sure they are all gathered together in the common room plotting against me. As I have done all summer, except during the dread chocolate incident, I am hiding in my room, wearing my thought protecting helmet. I am subsisting exclusively on rainwater that I collect in a glass on the window sill, and fungus which I grow under the bed. I am safe as long as at least one of my body parts remains in contact with the bed at all times. I have decided to begin planning for life after Not-So-Big Brother, so I am looking at the want ads. I saw this one today. I am wondering where I get the intelligence license (and how difficult the test is). "Licenced intelligent person to fit with friendly family-owned rental staff. Will train w/winning strategies "