First I gotta give my take on two things right away. Memo to John McCain: I am not your friend. O.k., gottit buddy. (“My friends ...”).

Two, just read this quote in the NY Times from a securities analyst who had harsh words for Yahoo’s management’s “unbelievable” actions in refusing to be taken over by Microsoft. I’m not going to add my own comment. It doesn’t need it.

“This is management putting its employees and its job security ahead of current Yahoo shareholders’ interest.”

Oh and some more things. One aspect of the Revved-up Wrightroversy and Obama (or as my Dad pronounces his name based on the way the French pronounce his name Oh-Bah-MA) that I don’t really believe has been properly explored (after much trekking ‘bout I shall put my flag in it and declare it mine) is the boomer vs. un-generation issue. If you get me started on this I will just keep typing like those famous infinite monkeys, and end up writing Shakespeare etc., but waste a lotta carbon Yeti paw prints as I’m doing it. So don’t get me started. Just let me say (we’re letting you, we’re letting you Mike) can these boomers get off the stage already please, please! Oh wow, god, have you heard this, Martin Scorsese just released a concert film of The Rolling Stones. Oh I’m so relieved about that. That was so necessary to do. The clamor for such a movie must have been gi-normous.

BTW, it’s Fiesta!! in the New Mexico town of Truth or Consequences. That’s neither here nor there. Okay it’s there.

My girlfriend’s godson just had his first communion. I’m amazed I now know what that sentence means. And I can use it. In a sentence.

“Oh she’s out of town at the moment. Her godson his having his first communion.”

Birdie Num Nums.

I saw a great movie this week, Sparrows with America’s Sweetheart Mary Pickford. It’s a silent movie. And they, those ah, move me. She has to lead a rag-tag bag o’orphans outta an alligator-infested swamp. She tells them that Jesus is going to help them, but the kids complain they aint seen help. She says there’s a lotta fallen sparrows that need to be watched over. The kids complain what do those sparrows got that we don’t. Finally, when it all works out alright, the last title card is a ‘lil kid saying (saying?), “those sparrows got nothinc on us.”

President Bush now has the highest disapproval rating ever recorded.

Mission Accomplished.