Our sincere apologies for missing the netters' dinner last week in Boston. I was stricken with the Martian Death Flu on Thursday, and decided that a three-hour nap in the middle of the day was the better part of valor (and dinner). The alternative was to fall asleep on the floor of the Apple Pavilion and be trod on by the multitudes wending their way through to the eWorld demo. And that wouldn't be much fun... . Tonya opted out of navigating the wilds of Boston at night alone, especially since her throat was feeling a bit ragged and she didn't want to get sick too. [ACE]