What sort of began as self-amusement has become a fab piece of merch by Yours Truly and it will be uploaded shortly onto my favoured merchstop, cafepress.com.
Being no PhotoShop wiz, humbly admitted, I am still trying to incorporate a good rendering of the NYT illustration of where Cheney's pal, Whittington, endured the buckshot blast.
And another thing.
For the fete/feast of Valentine dungeness crab was ordered, they were to be nude. They arrived in all their armorous glory.
Upshot: delicious but my hands suffered in the battle to wrangle them into the pan.
Moral: the sea always wins.

The sea, Love.

Yours Truly just discovered a gorgeous mystery bouquet of roses at the door. No card.
If You are the sender, thank you beaucouply.
Following is my annual saintly analysis of Saint Valentine, ol' Mysterioso.
As You epinw fans do know, Valentine remains a special combo platter, an amalgamation of two persons, possibly both saints – a veritable tag team of lovelorn, perhaps matchmaking, men of circa 269, to be rather exact in a circa fashion.
According to the yellowed Dictionary of Saints in the collection, Valentine had not a dangblamed thing to do with courting couples but, rather, in some geographical places birds court each other this very day. Courting birds. . . courting couples. Birds of a feather. . . commercialization.
Makes complete and utter sense to YT.
Geo-san moments ago reminded me of the glories of the Acme HeartMaker, a bona fide (since we are also speaking of saintly matters) treat.
As I blog I should like to note my excellent, Valentine (whomever the h.e.l.l. he really is, somewhere)-approved cd choices: a compilation (who says friend-made compilations are like so dead) of love-ly tunes by Reese, as well as a comp of re-done classic love tunes acquired yesterday at Starbucks. The re-do of the Smiths's (lovingly referred to by me as Smiffs) There Is a Light That Never Goes Out is remarkable.
Lisa Forrest sent a beautiful VDay poem today to her friends.
Geo-san also turned me onto this, go there at once.

All my Love, imagined & possible.

The Danish bomb. So this is what all the hoopla is about, lest You have not seen it, as Yours Truly did not - until moments ago. Yesterday there was a radio tale that several editors and a reporter walked off NYPress because their higher-ups believed any curiosity-seeking reader should google this to have a peek.

From the GM of NYP, Peter Polimino:

New York Press takes our responsibility to our community as a “Free Press” very seriously. We came to the same conclusion as many other responsible newspapers and media outlets that have chosen to not run the Danish cartoons. We felt the images were not critical for the editorial content to have merit, would not hinder our readers from making an informed opinion and only served to further fan the flame of a volatile situation.

And from the former editor, Harry Siegel:
We have no desire to be free speech martyrs, but it would have been nakedly hypocritical to avoid the same cartoons we'd criticized others for not running, cartoons that however absurdly have inspired arson, kidnapping and murder and forced cartoonists in at least two continents to go into hiding. Editors have already been forced to leave papers in Jordan and France for having run these cartoons. We have no illusions about the power of the Press (NY Press, we mean), but even on the far margins of the world-historical stage, we are not willing to side with the enemies of the values we hold dear, a free press not least among them.

YT has a long history of working with alternative publications and found this story, given the sad state of first amendment rights in this wartime, under the auspices of an unbalanced prez and the fearfulness of speaking out, epinw-worthy.

No Love for censorship.

PS: and if YT ever shoots a pal of hers, I do hope that it will be referred to as one Mishap, as the shooting of Cheney's hunting buddy by himself was in the NYT.
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*This just in via epinw LeftCoast Correspondent JW,Esq:
He tells me that tomorrow, for the date commemorating the life + times of mysterious Saint Valentine, he's attending this affair.
The Middlling City could use its own v of the pillow fight. Niagara Square.