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Sunday, Sept. 23, 2007 - 1:24 a.m.

Happy First Day Of Fall.

Yesterday, Saturday, was the first day of really genuinely rainy weather for us here in San Francisco since sometime in spring. It was refreshing in that it cleaned and charged the air, but I'm afraid there will be a First Day Of Fall final burst of pollen to follow.

And also, for whatever this is worth, the Angels game had a rain postponement at home for the first time since April 8, 1999.

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Friends, I'd like to take this time to introduce you to somebody.

This is Emma Chawner. She is seventeen years old.

If you'll read the articles, you can see that this young lady has been the victim of stage parents. How awfully insulated your life and universe must be when Simon Cowell of all people ends up being your first valid reality check.

My first instinct was to say 'poor thing', but then I realized something: It took a lot of nerve on her part to get up there and give it a try.

So, you know what I want?

I want Emma Chawner to become wealthy and famous in her own right and for some other reason -- and then get granted emancipation to get away from the terrifying machine what wrought her so she can what kind of a person she really is.

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What? Nobody wanted to tackle "Soup To Nuts" from yesterday?

Aw, come on.

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Somebody over on alt.tv.days-of-our-lives was asking when the group's readership began watching the show. I can remember several storylines from the early DAYS; DOOL used to come on right after the noon news, and when I was visiting my grandmother, she got into the habit of not getting up to change the channel. The earliest things I can remember are the storylines with Robert LeClair and Rebecca and Johnny and surrogate parenthood; Doug and Julie becoming close and then having Julie's face disfigured in an accident; and Trish giving birth to Scotty (whose birth name was Timmy, IIRC).

My grandmother and I were watching DOOL when the national news broke in to announce the death of Elvis Presley, and I *know* she and I were watching it for some time before that happened.

By the faintest chance are there any other Days Of Our Lives fans tuning into my Diary? Speak up!

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Anyway, I guess that's it. Have a good Sunday.

And whatever else you do or do not do -- never forget that each of us has a gift, and that more often than not, an ugly dress -- or an ugly family -- hides a beautiful person.

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UPDATE: Marcel Marceau has died at the age of 84.

I presume his fans will be asked to observe at least an hour and a half of silence.

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