I knew a Maureen Dowd in high school. Not the Maureen Dowd of New York Times fame, but a fairly sharp cookie nonetheless. While other girls’ only goal in life was to sing Bali Hai for the school musical, South Pacific, our Maureen Dowd had higher aspirations. She applied herself, got good grades, and went to college.
But enough about the Maureen Dowd I knew. What I really want to tell you about is the serenity I experience when I search for pictures of the Doodlebops. I don’t even know what Doodlebops are, although I gather they are possessed versions of the Teletubbies, which is good enough for me. Hell, it’s not like I write for TV Squad, after all. From a quick perusal of Technorati, I gather Doodlebops are the love children of Scooter Libby and Judith Miller. ‘Nuff said.
By the way, if your name is John Tierney, please get lost — along with Karl Rove, George Bush, and Dick Cheney.
I am such a Technorati whore.
D.
Nice work. Next up: a vaccine for AIDS. And … GO!