If you're anything like me (god help you) you've long thought that the biggest flaw in the BEA is the lack of poetry! To redress the problem, I offer my "Ode to LSG," which has strangely been repeatedly rejected by The New Yorker. And with this birthday tribute I'm going to try to rein in my Laura obsession (maybe turn to something less addictive, like heroin), at least until the powers that be see fit to release the later Just Shoot Me episodes in hi-def clips. Even if her greatest days are past, there's so much more good stuff to be shared that withholding it is a crime. Hope it happens soon. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAURA!