Oh the absurdity... Barbie now has a dog that eats its own shit. How educational! I am not making this up. The Amazon.com product description says in part: "Finally, Barbie has a dog that eats and makes a mess! Tanner the dog eats and ejects waste from his body. At this point, Barbie can pick it up in a scooper, and then Tanner will eat it again -- just like your real dog!" See, it comes with these little "biscuits" that Barbie pops in Tanner's mouth and they magically reappear out the other end as... another kind of biscuit... ready for re-eating. Yummy! And just in case anyone is offended, she comes in an African-American version too. I simply HAD to have it. We just got a generous Amazon gift certificate and you can guess what was the first thing I flung into my virtual shopping cart. And no, it is NOT for the girls. This goes into our cherished up-on-a-high-glass-shelf collection of cultural artifacts, most of which are bobble-head dolls. The most recent is a double set (seated at a single NESN desk) of Don Orsillo and Jerry Remy, the local Red Sox TV announcers. There's also the Curt Schilling bobble-ANKLE doll (remember the bloody sock in '04?) and realistic bobble renditions of a family bar-mitzvah boy from a few years back, and an ex-coworker. You have to see them to understand.
Speaking of absurdity, great comment from Defective Yeti on Bush's "deliberations" on what to do abut Iraq.
And only in Boston -- when the local baseball team finally signs Japanese pitcher Daisuke Matsuzaka right before the deadline and flies him to Boston for a routine physical -- can you track his plane's real-time location as it wings its way toward Boston. Now that's a hard-core fan base. This all happened yesterday; now that the flight has been completed, the link on that page for "Track the Dice-K Flight Here" shows you wherever that plane happens to be at the moment. It's a private jet belonging to team co-owner John Henry (note logo on the tail). So as I write this, the plane is back at his home in Boca Raton, Fla. Have a drink by your pool, John -- you've earned it. And now maybe Dice-K can afford a winter jacket that's not made of shiny old tires and a dead rabbit (see #16).