Smelly clump of mashed flowers and dried fruit.

Bill Gates started twittering last week.

I find that kind of weird.

Not that he's twittering, but that he just started, and that it's news.

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'LOCAL BANKERS SEE LITTLE BENEFIT TO STRICTER RULES." Bulletin, 10/26/10.

Some headlines just don't require comment.

But....I can't help it.

Wait! Really!! Are you sure!!!

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Went looking at Notebooks last night, and my eyes settled on the MacBook.

It just looks and feels right to me. Never mind the innards. It just has good feng shui.

Which is not like me.

Same with the big screen T.V.'s. For all intents and purposes, I can get everything I need from a 65" DLP, and it would cost less than half a 65" LED. But both Linda and I like the look and feel of the LED.

Am I at a point in my life where I'm willing to pay extra for style?

I already feel guilty spending money; spending extra for a little zing seems even more sinful.

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"JOBLESS RATES DIP SLIGHTLY" Bulletin, 10/26/10.

Um....if you say so. I think if you really, really squint at the charts you can see an itsy bitsy drop. Heh.

14.2 to 14.0 in Deschutes.

16.7 to 16.8 in Crook.

14.4 to 14.1 in Jefferson.

Those kinds of differences in my business stats are pretty much ignored. Or, if I was blogging it, I'd say -- "pretty much unchanged."

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Speaking of Notebooks. Should I be waiting to see what the new Apple Tablet will do? Will it have Notebook features? (My computer at home is ancient, folks....)

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"BORDERS GROUP ANNOUNCES DEPARTURE OF CEO." Yahoo Finance.

Think:

Rats. Ship. Sinking.

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GAHAN WILSON: FIFTY YEARS OF PLAYBOY CARTOONS.

How good is Gahan Wilson? I knew his name when I was probably 14 years old, when I didn't know another cartoonist. I remember the one with a giant python with a huge bulge and the caption, "Happiness is a Warm Puppy." I thought this hilarious, since I was a big Snoopy fan.
I would look for his art style eagerly. I also remember the one with a big monster crawling over a hill and below a brightly lit diner with a sign on top, "EAT".

Customer to cook: "You don't suppose he can read, do you?"

Also, ahem, means I was raiding my Dad's Playboys, which were buried under a pile of other magazines....

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I've been doing a lot of these Smelly Clumps of Mashed Flowers and Dried Fruit blogs, lately. (Popourri...get it?)

I've got some heavy duty essay types in my editing stage, but somehow I feel like lightening up, you know?

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