First, my mom called today and left a message that I had to correct the record: in my post about Books my Mom Gave Me a few days back I forgot to mention that she practically had to force me to read Gone With The Wind, which I then devoured. Let the record show that I don’t recall not wanting to read the book, I do recall being ticked off that the movie left so much out that was really important to understanding Scarlett O’Hara. Also, thank you Edgar for making her read my blog.

Interesting question from a Stoli ad that I think everyone should ask themselves: would you have a drink with you? I would totally drink with me. I find myself very funny. Particularly when drunk. But I’d rather have a drink with my brother, because he’s hysterical when drunk.

Why don’t pubescent children hear well? What happens between ear and brain that stops them from reacting? I swear my son must be deaf sometimes. He genuinely doesn’t hear half the stuff I say. I think he’s listening to his hormones fluctuate.

Next, I’m trying to understand why on my recommendations list, Amazon.com put up a list of books that included one by Glenn Beck. Do I really strike anyone who knows me or who has read anything I’ve ever written as a Glenn Beck fan?

My son thinks it’s strange that I silver-plated my late dog’s tag and am wearing it on a chain around my neck. Is it? I’m I turning into one of those strange cat people, only with a dead dog?

Why do conservatives, libertarians, populists or whatever they want to be called today denigrate anyone who has been to an Ivy League school? Since when is the best education in the world something to be embarrassed about? I’m happy our president is the smartest one in the room, unless Michelle happens to be about. Smart is good. Education is good. And dumb isn’t sexy.

Finally, do you think if I asked JJ Abrams all the lingering questions about Lost, including, but not limited to, these, could he answer them?