i hate to admit it, but the madrid bombing last week didn't shock me very much. i think it's horrific, of course, but i've become uncomfortably immune to bad news in the last year or so. i read a lot of news - both the good and the bad kinds are kind of flavorless. or maybe our most recent adventures in iraq did it.

this week's spam senders really outdid themselves with names; the grand jury prize goes to "Spooned P. Hankering" and first place to "Encore J. Leakiest." i regret that i had no use for their erectile dysfunction medications.

if you're into weird tableware (and who, honestly, isn't?), sarah cihat makes lovely 'rehabilitated' dishes. joe and i found a platter with a glazed handgun silhouette that complements our fiestaware quite nicely.

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