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From "The Talk of the Town" section:

"There's a lively debate among historians over the question of whether the record of the forty-third President, complied with the indispensable help of a complaisant Congress, is the worst in American history or merely the worst of the sixteen who managed to make it into (if not out of) a second full term."

Note that the cover image is from the next week's issue - November 13, 2006. Entirely too good to pass up.

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There's no particular reason that Topher Grace should be mentioned here. I was on this "pensive looking" kick the other day, and I came across this photo (coming soon) of him. And I thought he looked adorably pensive.

Topher is in "Spiderman 3", but I'm a little confused what role he plays. Thomas Haden Church is also present. A bit of trivia at IMDB indicates that when they were called to a meeting at SONY, they had no idea they would be auditioning for "Spidey."

By accident, I also read on the IMDB home page that there will be a high-def trailer for S3 tonight on "CSI."

Tuesday was productive. I took a bag of clothes and a bag of books to Gateway Rescue Mission.

After lunch, I made a trip to WalMart. And I wound up buying some more gem stones. Why? I don't know.

Once home, I did some of the customary raking and pitch forking in the back. And some clipping.

So far with the gem stones, I've tried two shallow small bluish-green ceramic bowls, but that doesn't quite work. Next I tried two glass vases about twelve-inches tall; nope, that wasn't what I wanted either. A concave wheat-colored basket; another no. Today I stopped at one of the Targets and found a round wire mesh basket; so far that looks the best. But now I don't have enough gem stones to reach the top.

Wednesday was ok, but after about 45 minutes outside, I developed another headache and had to have a nap. But then I slept very fitfully last night. Up, down, down, up.

I grudgingly got up at 9 this morning. Did the customary cat-liter-cleaning routine. For some reason, Hermes has had a few accidents on the other end of the rug in front of my couch. There are two tables in the middle of the rug, so I can't see him when this happens. And since I can't see him, then there's no reason not to urinate on the rug. (There's this pattern that they've worked out; as long as I can't see them do something, it's ok.)

I dragged the rug out onto the carport and into the sunlight to let it dry out and air out. After lunch, I carefully cleaned the floor where the rug had been. There a spray that I've noticed in WalMart that supposed to keep a pet of a rug or carpet. I most definitely need to look into that.

I took a large garbage bag and loaded it with all of mother's gowns, robes and pajamas and some shirts and sweaters to drop off at the Salvation Army. I did the same with a pile of books.

Well, damn. Tiger, tiger has just walked across the keyboard and shifted it into full screen mode. Now how the hell do I get out of this. Crap! That didn't work; neither did that; nope; nope; nope; and nope. What is this weird little blue box? My, my that actually worked.

PAX!