Britney Spears is behaving normally these days, and the paparazzi and other foot soldiers of the tabloid armies built up to fight wars over info scraps about dysfunctional celebrities couldn't be less happy.

I've been shaking my head at the IOC's decision to cave in to China on Internet censorship.

I've had two bikes stolen during my time in Toronto (I haven't given the thieves a chance at a third).

I went down to the warehouses on Strachan Ave. and Ordnance St. this evening, but that long shot didn't pay off. I didn't see either bike.

More to the point, I didn't see either stripped-down frame.

It's a very sad graveyard of stripped-down bikes in there. If you got a whole bike back, you're very lucky.

Police have been using the Igor Kenk saga (someone really should pick up his mail from the 927 Queen W. box; it's piling up) to push their registration program. I would note that one of the two was registered, and I gave detailed information (including serial number) about the other.

This made no apparent difference. I still never got the bikes back. One was taken in 2005, the other in 2006.

In some ways, I hope whoever stole them actually needed them to ride, not to strip down and sell the parts to buy crack or heroin. The thought of the bikes just decaying in some abandoned lot is a mental image I don't want in my head.