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“It says ‘I Choo-choo-choose You,’ and there’s a picture of a train!”

Since some people have been asking about it, once again I present to you my Simpsons Valentine. (Note: It’s a ZIP file, so you’ll have to unzip it to get the image.) It’s the one Lisa gave to Ralph Wiggum in a memorable episode. I made it for Snookums last year since he’s a big fan. A kind person on alt.tv.simpsons provided me with a screenshot, which I painstakingly cleaned up and enlarged. Feel free to print it out and give it to your honey.

Please note: Last year I had a lot of problems with people sourcing this image directly off my servers. Please don’t do this! I have no problem with you linking to my site (in fact, I encourage it!), but if you actually want the image to appear on your page, please upload it to your own webspace so you’re not sucking my precious bandwidth. I’ll be watching the server logs very closely to make sure everybody’s playing fair.

This is getting ridiculous. Now there’s a tropical cyclone named after me.

To counteract the effects of the decadent Italian dinner I had last night, I am declaring today to be a “detox” day. Fruit, veg, and lots of water, and that’s it. Wish me luck.

Accomplishment: Tonight at dinner, for the first time in my life I managed to tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue. Yeah, baby.

My reign of terror in Australia continues. After the fires, we now have floods. Next I bring the locusts!

And another thing… U2’s done both the NBA Finals and the Superbowl now. Will they be whoring themselves out to the World Series next year? (Probably not, there’s no half-time to erect their giant pretentious sets.) I was impressed that Bono managed to make it back from pressing the flesh at the World Economic Forum in New York in time to don that oh-so-touching stars-n-stripes waistcoat. Do those guys spent any time in Ireland anymore?

(I actually like U2; I’m just having a knee-jerk reaction to their deification right now. Am I the only one who remembers Pop?)

The Snook and I watched the Big Game live on television this morning. How nice was it to watch the Superbowl at 10:30 a.m.? It almost made up for the fact that we don’t get to see any of the commercials. Which reminds me: ever wondered what the cameramen do while the adverts are running? They zoom in on cheerleaders’ boobs and asses. I swear to God. We international types get to see everything.

Oh yeah, and it was a pretty damn good game. I was rooting for the Pats the whole way, which makes it the first time in ages that the “Kristy Curse” didn’t strike. (Unlike the cricket yesterday, which was a major disappointment.) And wasn’t Brady the cutest? “That’s my car?? … This will be a team car!”

Phil saw his shadow and y’all have six more weeks of winter coming. Does that mean we get six more weeks of summer??

Grrr. Sometimes I hate being a day ahead of you guys. It’s Monday morning, and I fire up web-goddess to see what comments have been left. But wait! I’ve forgotten that it’s only Sunday there. Crap.

Michael Moore’s summation of Bush’s wrongdoing in the Enron disaster is masterful. For a few weeks I’ve been feeling like I’m not getting the whole story from the media, and now here it is. Granted, Moore can be a bit over-the-top sometimes, but here he seems to be backing up his wild accusations with evidence.