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Wednesday, Feb. 04, 2009 - 12:39 a.m.

Yesterday was Old Buddy Dave's forty-third birthday, so we woke up early, and went to Disneyland for breakfast at the River Belle restaurant.

We arrived before the entire park was open, so we had to wait over on Main Street.

My blood sugar was mercilessly nasty, so Dave treated me to a little packaged goodie that he'd seen at one of the Main Street snack stands: A container with apple slices and a condiment packet of caramel sauce.

Yum. Just right.

At the stroke of ten, the ropes dropped and we shambled on over to the River Belle and arrived there almost before anybody else did at all.

Here's the birthday boy as we were sitting out on the mostly empty terrace:

As always, we shared our biscuits with the birds, although very few of them were up yet, either.


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In the interesting gadgets department... novelty speakers almost always sound like crap because the housing is not conducive for optimal sound, but I still think these look very clever.

And who knows? They're spheroid, so maybe they stand a chance at having decent sound.

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Over on the BBC News site, here's an article about pregnant smokers and their fear of being criticized for their habit.

Here's the portion of the story that caught my eye. The emphasis is mine.

Of 224 pregnant smokers questioned, 25% said they had not sought help because of worries about being criticised.

Some 40% said they had not admitted their habit to midwives or doctors.

Dear smokers, pregnant or otherwise: Whether you tell people you smoke or not, people know you smoke.

Your hair, skin, clothing, furnishings, car, shoes and children all absolutely reek. You are not able to hide a smoking habit, I promise.

So if you have a bun in the oven and you think you're putting something past the old doctor? The more fool, you, then. Talk to the doc about what effect your habit does or does not have on your fetus.

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Nothing else to report. Have a good Wednesday.

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