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Pardon Wednesday, Nov. 21, 2007 - 12:12 a.m. Hey, thanks for all of the great responses to yesterday's post! It's good to know that there are still responsible and aware people in this world. --- Yesterday, I missed a UPS delivery, and the guy next door, whose name is Brian, kidnapped my notice tag -- and then realized that maybe there might be a substitute driver who had no idea how to interpret the first name of Brin. So, next door Brian tapped on the door and mentioned this and handed the UPS tag to us because he hasn't ordered anything from anybody. --- The number of new television shows is beginning to dwindle, due in part to the writers' strike. I'm hearing rumors that the original British version of The Office may have been optioned by NBC in case of the strike taking too long -- and I predict that A&E is really going to suffer a kick in the pants, finance-wise. They took their biggest money-maker off of the air three weeks ago and this is the month that stations are vying for ratings so they can set their ad prices. I *did* see a wonderful bit of television last night, though. John and I caught an episode of Dancing With The Stars, and we were immensely pleased to see none other than Michael Flatley present a new dance, and he even participated a little, too. He looks a little like he's been recuperating from an illness, but still beautifully put together and his legs and feet are as gorgeous as ever. --- The president pardoned two turkeys yesterday. Flower and May were the names of the toms, despite that master of wit Dick Cheney suggesting 'Lunch' and 'Dinner'. Hey, Dick, did you write that? Wow! (Somebody in the press corps muttered 'Scooter and Libby', which went over like a lead balloon...) So of course the first post-pardon press question addressed to the turkeys was as follows: "Flower and May, you've just won a reprieve from the chopping block! What are you going to do next?..." --- Dear World: I apologize for how things are unfolding in my city. We no longer use plastic bags, and we now are issuing ID cards for illegal aliens. Both of these things suck. --- All right. Have a good Wednesday, and if you're going to be AFK after today, have a lovely Thanksgiving! ---
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