Waiting for the iMac G5

"Don't you know . . . I have fallen in love with you for the rest of my whole life through?" Diva Tiny greets her hero, Tuck, con brio as he walks by the back of her chair this afternoon on a big yard-work day.  Lots of weeding, edging, tidying up.  Looking pretty darned good.

'Just got word from Apple that the iMac G5 has shipped.  Everyone's trying to make work around here until it arrives.

Meanwhile, inside, Baby puts in some serious nap time. Toe koot.

What, me worry?  Hillary tried to dis GW with the Mad Magazine epithet and ended up only making herself look petty.  With worries like that -- can you say PlameGate? -- who needs real problems? Try the Brits, for starters.

Know what else?  Three favorite posts of the day that are must reads, each brilliant and totally amusing/stimulating in its own way (and we're barely scratching the surface):

VALERIE PLAME: "PLEASE STOP LEAVING ME ALONE!" at Beautiful Atrocities

KerryWatch®: pLame and pLamer at Villainous Company

Press criticism criticism at Jeff Jarvis's BuzzMachine (and he's a liberal, fergossake)

So little time, so much grist for the blogging mill. It's a good thing.

Update:  Speaking of good things, the animals are now boarding the Friday Ark at Modulator.

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Love those singing kitties. Miss Clover sings in the dark bathroom, no audience. I think she can hear herself best in there and that seems to be the only audience she needs.