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January 18, 2008 at 05:35 AM |

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Ana


Good morning, good morning, good morning. Here are some pancakes. Don't push me though. The veneer is pretty thin today. Maybe some coffee would help.

Posted by: Ana | January 18, 2008 at 09:40 AM

Scott P

Coffee always helps, especially if it's Gail's Super Blend.

Posted by: Scott P | January 18, 2008 at 10:07 AM

gail

My veneer is cracked and peeling.

Posted by: gail | January 18, 2008 at 10:34 AM

ken

Tom Kernan
Was a tea-tasting man,
After biting his tongue in two,
Friends offered grace and a pew.

Posted by: ken | January 18, 2008 at 12:05 PM

Ana

Candy Rant is a mess. What's up, Candy?

Posted by: Ana | January 18, 2008 at 04:17 PM

Diana

Scott took her to Jerome. She's in recovery.

Posted by: Diana | January 18, 2008 at 04:28 PM

RJ

Hi-- I just discovered your blog-- very nice! I enjoyed your post titled "But is it Art?" I have an art blog you might enjoy; it features some of my art, work by other artists, and occasional commentary on various art-related topics. You might find my post titled "My Kid Could Paint That" of interest:

http://rjart.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-kid-could-paint-that.html

Best--

Rick

Posted by: RJ | January 18, 2008 at 05:02 PM

gail

Thanks, Rick!

Posted by: gail | January 18, 2008 at 05:39 PM

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