Just as having a long weekend of a sort, immobilized here at the homestead, allowed near-complete currency with newspapers and magazines, today brought all the items that haven't been delivered over the last two weeks. I had never read Michael Moore on line before, but all sorts of people seem to be quoting from his site these days. Others are always quoting from the Onion, which I hadn't looked at since it first went up on the Web. Still others are always fowarding pointers to flag graphics, inspirational and patriotic stuff, and false alerts about nonexistent viruses. I can't help enjoying the Photoshopped pic of the guy being photographed atop a building as the plane comes in behind him; and the same goes for the pot Osama games. I'm still all wrapped up in first-person accounts and features: today it was a team of six window-washers, saved because the squeegee that one carried had a handle strong enough to let them break out of a stalled elevator in time to exit one of the towers before it fell.