Tres interessant — it seems that the Mars Polar Lander probably had a fatal flaw; I’d imagine that, if this is true, it’s buried about 100 feet deep in the Martian soil at this point.

It just seems that there’s no way that my cat could become overweight; I found her on the street, pretty small, and she’s just remained small no matter what I feed her. She’s wiry and rambunctious, and doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to settle down into the lazy, moody cat thing.

What a child. When Rodman was with the Spurs, I begrudgingly thought maybe he had changed, but nope, he ended up on waivers. Hint to you, Dennis: when you say “Nobody else in the league would have gotten kicked out for that,” it’s because nobody else could have been kicked out for that, because nobody else would have sat down on court.

A few political links this morning. First, two good articles from Slate about the disingenuous “push polls” conducted by Dubya’s camp in South Carolina, and just how much Dubya is like his father. Then, there’s nothing quite like a little hypocrisy in an election year.

Despite much resistance, I saw Cider House Rules last night, and it was pretty good. Since I just reread the book a few weeks ago (easily one of my top five, thus the source of my resistance), it was still fresh in my mind, and I was disappointed that some pretty major characters were written out of the movie, but all in all, it was more faithful to the book than I thought it was going to be. What a great story, too.