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There are certain moments when I remember exactly why I fell in love with Craig in the first place. I had one of those moments tonight.

Craig made dinner again for me tonight. I mentioned the other day that I was sort of craving chicken stuffed with goat cheese and spinach. So he stopped at the grocery store before he came home tonight and bought all the stuff he'd need to make it. I was scared, because that's a bit more complicated than his normal kitchen attempts.

Imagine my surprise when he plunked down this plate in front of me. The chicken was delicious, and he carved the butter pat into a heart shape. Isn't that cute?

And now I'm all verklempt about it. That husband of mine...I think I'll keep him.

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First David Brinkley and now Gregory Peck. It's not been a good 24 hours for the older celebrity set [not that David Brinkley was really a celebrity].

I'm really sad about Gregory Peck. To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my favorite old movies of all time. When I was in high school we used to watch that movie every year in English class. Every year. Oh, and Roman Holiday, too.

Brooke and I were just talking about him. When she thinks of him, she thinks of The Omen.

He has his father's eyes....

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I had retail therapy for my lunch hour today. The running bet around here is that since there really hasn't been much of a Spring, it would just go *BAM* right into Summer with a vengeance. And it has -- it's about 90 degrees outside with 10 billion % humidity.

My hair looks like total ass.

But I did manage to snag a falafel from 17th Street Falafel [vendor cart at the corner of 17th and Market]. Ummmm...falafel, sauerkraut, hot sauce. I could really eat another one.

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If you, say, went to the taping of a talk show and were injured by flying objects on the aforementioned talk show, wouldn't you sue immediately if you're inclined to do that kind of thing? I'm assuming you wouldn't wait, oh, let's say, two years...because you kind of know if you're going to be jacked up for extended period of time from your injuries within a week or two, right?

Apparently a 71 year old woman went to a taping of the Rosie O'Donnell show in 1991, got pelted with a hard rubber ball in the mouth and is now suing Warner Bros. Television, AOL Time Warner, and Turner Broadcasting System [but not Rosie O'Donnell]. And here's the really skeevy part that definitely falls under the heading of "too much information":

"Furthermore, the pain and soreness around plaintiff's mouth adversely affected plaintiff's relationship with her boyfriend," court papers say.

Uh, I realize that old people have sex and are sexual, but I don't want to know about it. I'm ready to go give myself a lobotomy to get the image out of my mind.

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I suggest you take yourself over to Pixelsphinx and wish Kathy a very happy birthday.

Happy Birthday, ya big poopie head!

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Another Thursday morning meeting during which I had nothing to say and couldn't stay awake, another two hours of my life I'll never get back.

I'm getting really good at feigning interest while snoozing.

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Look, I know the economy is in the toilet. State budgets are being cut. And I know that things like day care, health insurance, welfare programs, etc. are more important than programs for the arts in the grand scheme of things. But some state are cutting their arts funding altogether, and others are drasticly cutting funding.

A lot of people don't understand the need for federally-funded arts programs. I can't imagine life without them. Without art and culture, we are lost. Kids grow up without learning how to think creatively. Math and reading are very important. You can't survive without those basic skills. If you've never been to an art museum or you don't know the difference between the Baroque period and modern art, well, it's not like you'll be penniless and destitute. Except in your soul.

I shudder to think what living in Philadelphia would be like without state-supported arts programs. There would be no public sculpture. All those murals I love in the city wouldn't exist. A good portion of performing arts groups would disappear -- maybe I wouldn't be able to see the orchestra or the ballet. All the things I love about the city would be gone.

Well, so what? Wouldn't I rather have a government that's able to function? Well, sure. And maybe that's why I'm so offended over certain kinds of pork barrel spending, and some of the ridiculous things George spends money on -- like promoting marriage. $2.2 million for that, and the government can't cough up money for arts programs, which will be of more value?

I get really nervous when I think of kids not having the opportunity to be exposed to the arts. Without the arts, there is no imagination. Without imagination, we might as well pack it up.