Everyone's writing about Donald Rumsfeld's speech and Keith Obermann's response to said speech. Mark Gibson has posted the videos and Obermann's transcript for those of us on dial-up (thanks!) And if you have a few extra bucks, go down the page until you see the PayPal donate button on the left and send some his way.

Steve Hammer writes about the rot that's starting to make it's way down from the top.

Mark Evanier writes about a rumor that has sprung up in the fringes of the Internets here and here. Click on the links for the details, as I am hesitant to rehash here, and Mark does a better job of covering it and analyzing it. I just wanted to add a couple of things that made sense to me (that's what this blog is for), that I e-mailed Mark about:
I think one reason it came about is that Kirby's obituary most often lead with the fact that he was best known for appearing in Crystal's films.
Another factor is that Kirby didn't appear in City Slickers II. I learned while reading The Week magazine (thanks again for the subscription, M) In their obituary, they quoted the London Daily Telegraph that filming City Slickers was a "trial for Kirby, who had to receive injections each day before filming because he was allergic to horses". Occam's Razor aside, there could be other reasons Kirby wasn't in II besides being blacklisted.

-Hey Kids! Battlestar Galactica and comic book scribe Mark Verheiden has a blog. Check it out! He even writes about the finale of Deadwood (the plug is the best I can do, as I am 4 episodes behind)
-And last week I did some updating to the blog scrolls on the right. Please welcome Opus P. Penguin to the rolls.
-Finally got the wife some new shoes about a couple of weeks ago, and it wasn't as painful or expensive as I thought it'd be. Fortunately, the tip to buy a men's sneakers for her worked out.
-Still walking about a couple of miles most days. Last week it was 5 out of 7. It's good to have that as a set routine, to see the same people, the same landmarks, etc. Like the 2 girls who live on Main St. who play, the truck with the Bettie Page by Olivia on the back window, the white poodle dog who barks at us, etc.
-Nothing new on the job front. Still applying. There were a couple that were close to home that I liked. Hopefully I'll get called on them.
-Mike Judge's new movie Idiocracy is only being released in 6 cities. And the premise sounded so good, too.
-I wasted some time today on my Game Boy playing old videogames I spent many a quarter on at the arcades 20 some years ago. And they're just like the old games, none of this Atari 2600 cheap jack imitation stuff. I played Rush'n Attack, Time Pilot, Gyruss, among others. And not to diss the Atari, I was just saying it didn't have the capabilities to pull off those arcade games: I spent some time playing Activision Anthology. The main problem was between the small screen and my old eyes, I couldn't see the little dot necessary (such as on the radar in Radar Tank, or the ship to shoot in Starmaster) Remember where if you could get above a certain score on some games, if you took a picture of the screen and mailed it to Activision you could get a patch? On Activision Anthology, they remember that, but they don't send you a patch, but the accomplishment is noted in the game nonetheless. It's just a checkmark on the list of games on Game Boy, but on the PS2 version I have, they have a bulletin board that has the patch they used to send for the game in question on a bulletin board.
-And part of me wants to go on a trip somewhere, anywhere, even a day trip; and part of me wants to stay home. Let me expand on that: as the wife likes to draw floor plans to apartments she imagines staying in (but is happy with me, so she keeps assuring me) I like to think about trips: where to go, where to stay, etc. I don't know if it's the routine or ennui that makes me do that, or what?
-And I know some of you are busy with work and all, but would it kill you to post a new entry in your blog? At least to let us know you're alive? Your mother and I are so worried, you never write, you never call...