Warning sign in Harvard Square today.

We figured we'd head over there because, well, because we haven't been there for awhile. The T was, of course, up to its usual weekend tricks, so we had to take a shuttle bus from Park Street to Kendall, then transfer back to the Red Line; the one saving grace of that trip was we got to see the fabled Mr. Gobbles, perched on a first-floor window ledge on a building next to the Volpe center.

Once we got to the Square, one of the first things we heard was the LaRouchettes serenading us in some incomprehensible language, although no doubt they were trying to save students from the evils of social networking, which seems to be their new bete noir - maybe because MySpace is owned by Rupert Murdoch, who used to be Australian, which means he's under the influence of Queen Elizabeth, who wants to shoot us all with laser beams from space.

But how'd they know a couple of my Facebook friends have put zombie bites on me?