So, I saved up again and spent the afternoon reading The Bleat. Yes, I do work during the day, but it's been a little slow and so ... I present the bits I liked best since the last time:

2/08/01
Tears. Big hot tears and a few sobs, which were easily chased away by flying her off to the sofa for a game of funny sounds and feet-chewing. I’m damn glad the adult world doesn’t operate this way. Someone gets hurt by something you said at the office, and you have to make lip-farts, pull Kabuki expressions and chomp on their toes.

2/9/01
I love DeNiro, but if you chopped off his index fingers you remove 50 percent of his physical repertoire. Kevin Costner’s performance reminds us why he was once a movie star....

...it was one of those smooth unctuous bits of California blarney no one could make with a straight face today. Except Kathy Lee Crosby, and her face would be straight only because she’s had her facial muscles novacained into permanent cheerfulness.

2/13/01
I love grocery stores. Where else can you get square bagels stuffed with cream cheese, individually sealed and endorsed by a smiling imp made entirely of dough?

Besides hell, I mean

2/16/01
... ten patterns, bright contrasts, a variety of tactile surfaces, all designed to jolt & jumpstart baby’s brain. I wonder what Beethoven and Einstein looked at. Probably a wall. With a crack. Or some burlap.