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And yeah, I know I owe you an email. Getting to it.

Good catch, Carolyn:

He died on July 4, 2008, slitting his wrists in a washtub out back beneath the pecan tree and writing "I've been a bad boy" in his own blood. The skins of several children were found drying in his attic, swarms of horseflies going in and out of the eaves. His wife was quoted on CNN as saying "I always wondered about Jesse's collection of little shoes."[14]

I'm breaking my break from blogging to remind my fellow Philadelphians that Amnesty International's Replica of a Guantanamo Prison Cell may be viewed at Dilworth Plaza through Sunday.

I grew up in LA, so I'm not easily given over to lookee-seeism. But last night, as I was leaving Drinking Liberally, I saw Tweety slip into the alley right behind Tangier. And then this morning, I caught Jeff Daniels and some ingenue (who, I'm told, starred in The Gilmore Girls thingie) filming on 2nd right in front of the Continental.

Need I say that the sight of Jeff Daniels was infinitely more delightful?

It's comforting to know that Michelle Malkin still serves a purpose on this Earth. For teh funny Maklin, go here.

Or, you've got your chocolate in my peanut buddah. Or something.

Via julia.

It's a new year, but we're hearing the same old tune. Oh, the irony of Chicken Littlest approvingly pointing to John Tierney's meditation on "alarmism."

And wingnut-welfare receving, global warming-denying busybodies never take a vacation.