January is over! Now where did the time go? Finish taking down those Christmas decorations, (You know who you are! Honestly, how can you stand yourselves?) and I'll see what little Leftover Thoughtlets are leaping around.
##Here is a note I left for my husband last week when I went out to dinner with one of my ladyfriends: If Rondo doesn't go, move Iguodala to Rondo's spot at Guard; move Noah up to Forward (Iguodala's spot)! Sigh. I know, right? On the one hand, some of you are in awe--and rightfully so--at my awesome fantasy roster! On the other hand, the rest of you are shaking your heads and saying, "Holy crap. What the hell is wrong with her?" and plotting a massive Virtual Friends Support Network Rescue Project wherein you will each agree to have me live with you for a week until I remember that I should be acting far more loftily and artsy, not worrying over Rajon Rondo's extended wrist injury and the fact that his absence is killing the West Egg Gatsbys' lineup right now.
##How hilarious are the republicans right now? I know...who? We have one Serial Adulterer endorsing another (after he inexplicably endorsed "We, The People" on the dais with a real Comedy Channel candidate), and the party that espouses capitalism and big business and tax breaks and keeping your own money is ripping into the candidate who is the Poster Child for all those things. I don't know about you, but I'm waiting for Michele Bachmann to endorse. After all, she said God told her to run for political office. Now, I'm not sure how He felt about her quitting and all--do you think He weighed in on that, or was that totally her call?--but I'd love to hear who He thinks should be President now that He's changed His mind about her. (Hey, maybe Mitt can use that as an example of why his own flip-flopping is really okay. Even God is a flip-flopper! There ya go, Mitt. You can have that.)
##Marlowe moved to the top of the Most Favoured Cat list. Admittedly, this is a short list and subject to caprice and fits of snark by its originator. Earlier this month as Rick was in the shower and I was in the kitchen, she emerged through the cat door from the basement. She trotted very proudly toward me with something in her mouth. My eyes grew wide. I hollered in to Rick, "Rick! Rick! Marlowe caught a mouse!" She had, indeed, caught a very large brown field mouse in the basement. Good heavens, who am I kidding? The thing was huge. And dead. Really, really dead. Marlowe was so proud, and Piper was mildly interested. Rick finally came out of the bathroom, completely unclothed, and calmly took a paper plate, said, "Okay, Marlowe, I'll take over from here," and took it out to the trash. I proceeded to lavish treats on the cat and only later did I realize what it all meant: There was at least one mouse in my home.
##Nancy, longtime reader and commenter, sent me a terribly sad news item that I wanted to share. Knowing my fondness for all things Edgar Allan Poe, and my championing for his legacy, she knew that I'd want to know of the apparent end of the Poe Toaster tradition. This is the third year in a row that the mysterious visitor to the author's grave did not appear with the usual cognac and rose. That did not move me anywhere near as much as this part of the article did: "Baltimore recently cut funding for the museum at the rowhouse where Poe lived with relatives from 1832 to 1835, before he found fame as a writer. It must close if it does not become self-sustaining by June." I find this heartbreaking. In 1875 a local schoolteacher started a campaign called "Pennies for Poe" in order to fund a dignified and suitable monument for this important writer who was wrongly characterized, vilified by his worst enemy in an obituary and biography which stood as the only sources for this man's life story for a generation. The Pennies for Poe campaign has been revived on a small scale; I'm saddened that the president of the Poe Society hasn't hit up the big name horror authors who have credited Edgar with inspiring them; perhaps he will. All the same, he sounds like he's given up already. I'm adding a link to the campaign to my sidebar. I don't think Baltimore having a football team named the Ravens is enough of a remembrance to Edgar and his legacy.
Now that's a real sports fantasy.