Blurring the line between reality and entertainment
One of my cast members recently returned from New York (where he saw a preview performance of the upcoming Man Who Came to Dinner revival with Nathan Lane). He brought back the flyer pictured here, thinking it was cute because yes, there are lots of roaches in New York, and roaches also have a small role in The Man Who Came to Dinner. I finally got around to going to the website mentioned on the flyer, www.bugmap.org. It shows a photo of the bug, mentions how nasty it is, and displays a map of the US showing areas already infested. There is a blank where you can enter your zip code to see when the critter is projected to spread to your neck of the woods. I did so (the map already showed it in southern Georgia), and was let to a trailer for am icky-bug disaster movie premiering next week on the USA cable channel. Nowhere on the flyer is there any indication that this was promotional material. Fooled me. I still won’t watch the movie, though.

Goodbye little darlin’, we’re parting
Parting don’t always mean goodbye
Although we have to part
You’re always in my heart
Goodbye, little darlin’, goodbye
          -Gene Autry

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Words fail
buildings tumble
the ground opens wide
light came down from heaven
she stood before my eyes
she’s actual size, but she seems much bigger to me…

He which repents him not of his Marriage, either Sleeping or Waking, in a Year and a Day, may lawfully go to Dunmow and fetcha Gammon of Bacon. Mmmmmm….. a gammon of marriage bacon….

Do you like Olive Oyl? I mean really, really like Olive Oyl? If yes, then this fanpage, Oodles Of Olive Oyl, will be just your thing.

There’s a most excellent photo essay over at Tomato Nation titled And Then There Were Two -- the story of life with Sarah’s two cats.

The spheres’re in commotion
The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
And hit me with technology

I’ve just had my first winning bid at ebay. I can now play croquet indoors when it rains. Once I get a dining room table, anyway.

I planted 24 tomato plants this year. I live alone. Any reasonable gardener will tell you that one person needs, at most, three plants. Probably fewer. Whatever. I like varieties of tomatoes, and so I’ve got four each of cherry, roma, big yellow, and an Amish heirloom. Those Amish know how to breed a tomato, too. But the cherries. Oh, the cherries. I planted a variety called “Sweet 1000s”. I’d assumed that the name was a marketing ploy, but it actually describes the nature and number of tomatoes produced. I’m glad I didn’t buy the “Sweet Millions”! On any average day, I’ve got at least a couple dozen fruit ripe and ready for eating. Half of those I’ll eat right off the vine, warm with sunshine. The other half I’ll bring inside to eat later. Lunches lately have been basmanti rice and cherry tomatoes, and it’s been heavenly. Sweet cherry tomatoes can fool you though. You have to be careful not to eat too many, else the tomato acid eat away at your stomach. Unless you’re my friend Kim, and then you’d wash a couple pints of fruit down with a few cans of Mountain Dew. The harvest has been so vast, and the fruit so tasty, that the horned worms have come to eat. And eat they have. They can strip a plant down faster than me with a set of shears. Out in New Mexico, the horned worms didn’t bother me. Here, I’ve got to be vigilant. Still, even after seeing damaged plants, it feels so nice to be out in the garden, tending to my crops. Here’s an article that explains why.