A Cautionary Tale: As we head into deep Argh-gust we'll keep the commentary on lighter themes. There is time for death, war and taxes on a cooler day. It's always interesting to take a look at the anatomy of career implosions and here's a piece in the NYDaily News about what happened to Rosie O'Donnell and why. It doesn't however, answer an essential question - what exactly was her talent?

Creepy, Crawly: The LATimes, clearly showing the effects of the heat, profiles the inventor of the ant farm who "rocked the novelty world" in l956. There is some news one can simply skim.

"No Effing Ziti?" A Soprano cookbook was inevitable. With obsessive Soprano fans salivating about the beginning of the new series in a few weeks, brace yourselves for the full force of Soprano chic. Carmela clothes (too tight), Tony clothes (too loose) and a rise in the price of New Jersey McMansions will be next.

Michael Kelly Rocks: One of our favorite columnist's editorship of the (new) Atlantic Monthly has made it a smashing success. USA Today chronicles what happened to turn the fusty, dusty, dull as drying paint old magazine into the hip and happening read it is today.

Nice Try, No Cigar: There is so much wrong and so feeble with the Time story released over the weekend that we'll leave it to the pundits to spell it out. This piece in the NYDaily News is all you really need to know about it and will keep you from leaving your hammock to rush to the store for the latest lame attempt by the liberal media to attack W. It won't fly any higher or faster than the NYTimes' ludicrous piece last week on Cheney and his business ties.

Crossing Jordan: BJ's recent statement on his willingness to fight and die (isn't the goal to fight and make the other guy die?) for Israel shows signs of becoming a classic quote like "I didn't inhale." Here's some particularly pithy Monday morning commentary by Arnold Ahlert in the NYPost.

Picture This: You served at Operation Anaconda. You took a huge explosion right in the face. Your buddies wrap you up and ship you back to Walter Reed Hospital. Just about the time the excruciating pain starts to subside you look up and see Hillary standing by the bed. Would anyone blame you for thinking you were dead and had gone to Hell? Here's an interesting little bit of Hillary-Speak from the Syracuse Post-Standard. We love it when Ldotters post from regional papers.

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