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Is that God?

Sage is working on a package design for a client that involves a gingerbread man. Paul comes in and points to the monitor. Paul Mama, is that god?

Sage, taken off guard Er…uh…well, god can look whatever way you think god should look. So sure, that could be god.

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And the award for tackiest capitalization on a tragedy goes to…Wal-Mart! What a stunning surprise.

A velvet Elvis is more tasteful than this disgusting thing I saw yesterday. It’s a 6 x 2 framed picture, gold on black, skyline of New York City, with "1976 - 2001. We will remember."

Yes, people who wish they’d designed the velvet Elvis tapestry first: we will remember your unmitigated gall. You bet.

And as regards September 11: I’m not paying any attention to the news because the newsanchor’s design is to panic the listener. Call me an ostrich, I don’t care.

Soon we’ll put up a peace flag on our house.

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Ding-dong, the fleas are gone, let them know the fleas are gone, ding-dong, the nasty fleas are gone… It seems incredible now, but we can hardly remember having fleas. Hooray for salt! Three cheers for salt! Hip hip hooray!

Anita died soon after Claire did, and I think she just felt rudderless without her sister. I miss them both. It feels very strange to put out wet food for just four cats. On the up side, we found good homes for the two kittens and their mama cat and feel confident that we’ll be able to take in local cats when need be, and keep them if Paul isn’t allergic, and find homes for them if he is.

Todd went out to the local ATM the other night and came home laughing, saying he was running around the bank in the dark after a lovely cat who didn’t seem to have a home and wouldn’t come to him. He was lucky no one called the cops.

I recently had a psychic reading as barter for web work, and was told that Todd and I have the most compatible charts of anyone she’s ever run across. To think I spent my high school years pouring over astrology books to see how compatible I was with my current crush, and then found Todd by accident.

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And, because I’m completely stuck for anything else to say, I’ll just put a little tidbit in from Coffee Shakes, circa September 16, 1996:

Todd loves maps. He can spend hours looking at a road atlas. I’m not kidding! He says it’s like an adventure story that hasn’t been written yet, what a dingbat. So we were in the car on Sunday and he said we were 120 miles from some town and I said, "Oh?" and he looked crushed and said, "You’re not even interested," and I laughed and said, "Okay, what would your dream girl say? Wait, wait, don’t tell me, let me guess. ‘One hundred and twenty miles? REALLY? That’s fascinating! Wow, I’m going to look it up in the road atlas right now, and see how many miles it is to Maine, and Ohio, and Oregon…’ " He grinned and said, "Yes! That’s exactly the way my dream girl would reply." I turned on the radio and was trying to find a station I could stand and Todd said, "Here, now I’ll be your dream boy. ‘Can you please find an easy listening station? Something with Anne Murray would be perfect.’ "