Look how Bush is now trying to present himself and Cheney to the American Public!
It's Friday (finally), and it's been a heck of a week.
Not too much to report on, this evening. I feel quite sleepy and would like some coffee but am running into that problem of wondering "Won't it keep me up?"
Oh, and one last humorous thing from this strange week.
I found this raccoon hiding at a friend's house. Yes. It is a stuffed raccoon digging into a Cracker Jack box. My friend named the raccoon. His name is: Jack. Although I am generally mortified by any organic thing stuffed after its expiration, Jack did help me see that taxidermy could be art. Or something close to it.
After seeing Jack, I wouldn't mind a grizzly bear stuffed, reading a paper on a toilet.
