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Thursday, Dec. 13, 2007 - 1:03 a.m.

In answer to BornEarly's question yesterday, I find most of my interesting links on FARK.

And yes, the guy already wrote a book, so I don't suppose I'll have to.

Yet.

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Last night was kind of sort of a first; the cat finally relaxed enough to actually play.

Her favorite play goodie so far is a paper towel tube.

At one point, Solange did the bottle-brush tail, straight legged ears back bug eyed silly cat gallop, which was nice to see.

She also dreams quite vividly, expecially while ensconsed on a lap. Her paws curl, she chirps, and her breath quickens. All while asleep.

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Unconscious Mutterings (Word Association)

The first word is provided :: The second word is my response...

Master:: Golf
Tour :: De France
Input :: Output
Downtown :: Petula Clark
Pricey :: All Apple products
Acceptable :: Tolerable
Terrace :: Paris
Sunday :: Driver
Payoff :: Jackpot
Jack and Jill :: needed better insurance

Link to the left somewhere.

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Not that it matters -- but did J.K. Rowling get some work done?

She doesn't look heavy-lidded or jowly or baggy-eyed anymore.

I think I actually like the touch-up, because she still looks her age, versus all drum-head stretchy with frightened eyebrows.

Too bad more women who go under the knife don't have the courage to do it this way.

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And finally -- Ike Turner has died at the age of 76.

And yes, we are all speculating as to what kind of undergarment he was wearing when it happened.

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All right, there we go. Have a good Thursday.

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