Time to send that in. . . .

It's time for me to print and mail in that essay, "The Zap Palace," to the Writers' League contest. So if there's ANYONE who might be willing to read and comment on it, now's the time. It's in this previous entry.

Thanks!

In other news . . . what IS this big deal that Chris Matthews and others are making over Hillary Clinton's quip in yesterday's Q&A TV session? Somebody asked her about "bad men," and so of course she made that into a witticism before answering seriously. Even Pat Buchanan said that it was obviously just funny, that she got everyone in the room to laugh, and what did you want from her--they'd told her not to be so serious, and now she's trying to. (And he doesn't support her--he's just a smart person who gets jokes.) It's as if Henny Youngman got up there and said, "Take my wife--please!" And then a bunch of reporters ran up and yelled, "Mr. Youngman, that sounds serious. WHERE should we take your wife?" And he'd be sawing away on his violin, rolling his eyes. Please, Chris . . . you're cute, but you are not the brightest crayon in the box. (Keith is.) (And Pat B. is, and Ron Reagan is. Ooo, that Ron Reagan . . . I don't know why I like him SO much. I never like guys with short hair, as a rule . . . well, except him and Joe Scarborough. It's odd that it doesn't matter whether we agree on political stuff or not, I can still respect and like a broadcaster or pundit if they are fair and wise and rational. Imagine!)

*sigh* Farewells and see-ya-on-the-other-side stuff

First Molly Ivins, then Sidney Sheldon (creator of "I Dream of Jeannie"!) And just before that, the great Art Buchwald.

*sigh* God needs writers. There must be newspapers and books in Heaven, or it wouldn't be Heaven, now, would it?