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Strange But True Tuesday, Feb. 14, 2006 - 1:39 a.m. First: To my regular readers and dear friends -- I apologize for having to make this request, but due to my old browser and even older software, I can no longer enjoy e-cards. For those who already sent them, thank you, and you're not in trouble, but this has become an issue. Thanks for understanding. :-) --- I sat up far into the night and watched some live Olympic coverage, and of all the sports here I have watched over the history of my viewing of the Winter Olympics, I just simply had no room in my head for the exquisite and very VERY surprising grace and strategy that is evident in the sport of curling. --- Dick Cheney. CYA, fellow hunters. Naturally, if a civilian accidentally shot the Vice President in the face with peppershot, it would also get played down in the media. Suppressed for a day, and then only publicized via a local newspaper. Yeah, right. "How do you do -- I'm the Easter Bunny." --- Pairs figure skater Zhang Dan fell out of a quadruple salchow throw, and walked off a faceplant and a kneeknock to win a silver medal with her partner, Zhang Hao. She has for now for me become the face of this year's Olympics. --- I taped the first evening of the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show last night and watched Olympics instead. I'll fast forward through the dogs to see who won what. :-) --- In honor of Valentine's Day -- I'll admit a guilty pleasure. I watch "Flavor Of Love" on VH1. Flav is such a Cheez Doodle, in a 'can't look away from the accident' kind of way. --- Okay. Happy Valentine's Day, my friends. Thanks for reading me today. ---
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