Truthiness is Beauty ...

I. Hzzzzbgh

That's the noise I make when I don't want to get out of bed. Yet here I am, ready to hop, skip and jump (by trolley and on foot) to the Urban Archives at Temple University. And then to the Historical Society of Pennsylvania. And then to the Folklore Archive. And then to the library. And then to rehearsal. And then home.

Maybe I'll squeeze a sandwich and an apple in there somewhere. Who knows?

... it's going to be a busy week ...

II. Creeee-e-e-eak

That's the noise my bed makes, when I lay me down to sleep. I wish it wouldn't - it makes me feel like a walrus. But that's life, I guess, and as it is a perfectly comfy bed, I will grump at it no further.

III. Truthiness is Beauty ...

... Beauty Truthiness - that is all / ye need know on heaven and earth, and all ye need to know.

Except this, of course: "Dick Cheney’s fondest pipe dream is driving a bulldozer into The New York Times while drinking crude oil out of Keith Olbermann’s skull."

Oh, and this: "Fred Thompson. In my opinion “Law & Order” never sufficiently explained why the Manhattan D.A. had an accent like an Appalachian catfish wrestler."

And this: "I share Americans’ nostalgia for an era when you not only could tell a man by the cut of his jib, but the jib industry hadn’t yet fled to Guangdong."

All this, and more, at the New York Times, where that prophet of Truthiness, Stephen Colbert, guest-wrote Maureen Dowd's column. Check it out here.