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For every “margaret atwood happy endings” in my search referrals, there’s always at least two or three “pictures of the vagina” or “my breasts” or “celebrity get me out of here stuttering john poem”. I sometimes worry about the people who get here by accident. They’re looking for some very strange things.

For instance: what, may I ask, is the “Penn State funny English tea story”?

Well, I remain relatively unscathed after my drive to work this morning — which, I must say, is no small feat, since it’s snowing pretty heavily and the roads haven’t seen even the rumor of a plow. I skidded into the curb and was sure I’d damaged the side of my car, but it appears unharmed. Dirty, encrusted with snow and ice, but unharmed. I think it’s very clear I won’t be travelling to Bellefonte this evening. I was hoping to see “Lost in La Mancha”, which, surprisingly, is playing there. But it’s at least a twenty-to-thirty-minute trip from my apartment (as I discovered over the weekend when I failed to arrive on time), and the snow doesn’t show signs of letting up and disappearing before tonight.

It’s just as well, I suppose. It will probably be out on video this summer, and I have laundry I need to do.

But man, I hate this snow.

I go out of my way not to watch cable “news” (I’ve already mentioned my disgust with Bill O’Reilly), but it does seem unfortunate that MSNBC has decided to cancel its highest-rated program so that it can pander to the worst impulses of the far-far-right by hiring a hate-monger like Michael Savage.

It is not, however, surprising. A fascinating read in today’s Salon:

Such vitriolic ranting is over the top, even by the ever-declining standards of talk-radio decorum. Yet, in this time of war fever and hyperpatriotism, inflammatory rhetoric draws conservative ditto-heads and liberal rubberneckers alike, and that translates into big ratings.

Whenever I think this sort of uber-conservatism can’t get any worse…