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1. I just noticed that yesterday was my 200th post. I’ll refrain from posting 200 fascinating facts about myself. (Could I even come up with 200?) You may note that, in a probably fruitless effort to close the barn door long after the horse is out, I’ve changed my blog name to Lady Tiara. The new name is courtesy of Kathryn. Use it. Love it. Or, you know, whatever.

2. It’s sad to say, but the death of Aaron Spelling has been a publicity boon for daughter Tori*. She’s had two US Weekly covers in the last month. This week’s story is a fabulous piece of propaganda. Mother Candi comes across as a heartless shrew for screwing poor little Tori out of her inheritance, while Tori is totally “just folks” and was never about the money. She totally hated growing up rich. The article includes photos of her with her new husband shopping at a dollar store in Toronto, scratching off lottery tickets, and standing outside a pawn shop looking at a neon sign that states “We buy gold.” It’s awesome.

3. For those of you who got here by searching for some variation of “dreaming of surviving a plane crash,” please note that although I am an anxious person who has plane crash dreams on a fairly regular basis, said dreams do not actually provide any useful tips for surviving plane crashes.

4. For the person who got here by searching for “Hugh Laurie in The Guiding Light,” I’m pretty sure that if my beloved Mr. Laurie had made an appearance on my favorite soap opera, I would know about it. I think we can file this under “pipe dream.”

5. As I’ve mentioned previously, my fingers have a tendency to swell, and my brand spankin’ new wedding isn’t fitting so well. During this latest heat wave, I seem to have developed elephantiasis of the fingers, and my ring is killing me.

*The death of Aaron is a sad sad thing because now there will never be another Dynasty. And don’t even try to convince me that Desperate Housewives is the Dynasty of our time, because that piece of crap is no Dynasty. It’s no Dallas. It’s not even Knots Landing.