Larry Mundy’s columns are always a hoot, but this one was extraordinary: The Forensic Hotel Housekeeper. A snip:

I am a big fan of all the “CSI” shows on television – CSI Las Vegas, CSI Miami, CSI New York, CSI East Topeka – and I’m always fascinated at the high-tech ways the Perfect Crime inevitably unravels under mass-spectrometer analysis, DNA testing, and dusting the whole scene with magic powders. If Sherlock Holmes only had supercomputers and handheld narrow-spectrum light wands, there would have been no crime in London. I find myself looking for clues in the form of discarded fortune-cookie slips or smudges on my car bumper, even though I haven’t found myself in the vicinity of actual wrongdoing for months.

That’s why, in my next life, I want to be a hotel housekeeper.

And it just gets better from there.

OK, here’s a terrible timewaster: Addicting Clicks. I have to admit that I got embarrassingly far down the road before I made myself stop. But what the heck, it’s Friday. Click on.