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Poison pen. Poison oak. Poison ivy.

I was struggling to come up with Brenda Starr, unsuccessfully because I was thinking Starr was her first name. At the final second I proudly yelled "Brenda!" . . . just in time to find out I was wrong.

Oh, me, oh, my! I wish I had seen this before I mailed two gifts yesterday! Then again, I'd probably still be at home swaddling them in bubble wrap.

Another vote for Something to Talk About, and I'd add D.O.A.

You can steal this idea from a friend who actually did it in a restaurant. He leaned over and spoke loudly toward the woman's phone, "Be careful what you say, man. She's broadcasting this to the whole restaurant."

Although I find Mayim's clear diction much easier to understand than Ken's rather wheezy voice, I'd be a loyal Jeopardy! viewer with either of them as host. However, if the selection goal includes not only keeping the diehards but also attracting new viewers -- as it should! -- the list may need to be longer.

Fans of Chuck and/or his hair would have been happy at my house tonight, where we were treated to a repeat of Tuesday's game! Don't know who dropped the ball: cable company or my local station. My grumpy mood was mollified a bit by the fact that I had a much better game tonight.

Turned on TV. Joe Namath reminding me how old I am. Flip channel. Joe Montana, less decrepit, but still, no. Flip. J.J. Walker, clearly no longer a teenager. Arrrggghhh! I'm old and I'm retired. I didn't work hard for 50 years to spend my golden years watching aging actors and athletes on endless TV commercials for Medicare add-ons. I don't want to lose sleep stressing over plans and networks and co-pays and premiums. This isn't life. It's practice for hell.

Twenty-five books plus oodles of movies with rabbits, including "Harvey," "Bambi" (Thumper), "Alice in Wonderland" (the March Hare), "Space Jam" (Bugs Bunny), and, gulp, "Fatal Attraction." Edited to list March Hare where I had incorrectly listed Mad Hatter. Thank you @Kimmmmmm, for catching my hare-brained flub!

Another "inebriated" viewer here.

Yes, paying attention is part of the challenge. For the contestants, however, the category is right there on the board. Depending on the camera, the home viewer can see only the question or the contestant.

When contestants started at the top and ran down a category, keeping up was easy. Today, it's like trying to watch a flea circus. I don't mind the category-jumping -- it has proven to be a smart strategy -- but I sometimes find it hard to keep up.

Come sit by me.

Thank you, @saber5055! You made my day!

I miss hearing from @saber5055 on this.

Or, to reverse an analogy, Joe TALKS IN ALL CAPS.

Thanks to the "Songs that Give Advice" category, I have an abundance of earworms for the coming week.

When "alleviate" was ruled correct in the After All category, I was pleased that Faber went on to say that "allay" also would have been accepted. I wish that would be standard for all answers with multiple possibilities already on the host's card.

Because the packages have been delivered, the link no longer shows the track. The shipping labels, pre-printed for UPS and USPS, have the same return address, but the padded envelopes, although the same size, are different.

I even wondered if two bored shipping department employees decided to have a race.

Previous posts have expressed peeves with package deliveries. This is not so much a peeve as a puzzlement. I placed an Amazon order for two of the same item. One order. Quantity, two. Price each, $46. Total, $92. I later received TWO email confirmations that my order had been shipped, identical order number, each totaling $46. When I clicked the tracking links, they indicated that one was sent by the U.S. Postal Service, the other by UPS! Both arrived today, via USPS and UPS, from the same return address. The items are small enough to have fit in one small mailing envelope. Whyyyyyyy???

Matt reminds me of a young Albert Brooks.

According to the Jeopardy! archive, Matt said "Krishnan."

I agree. When Robin was growing up here in coastal Mississippi, we could get home delivery of the New Orleans Times-Picayune. It was our region's morning daily. She also played high school basketball against a small town about 40 miles up the road named, yep, Picayune. I was surprised (and nearly grown) when I learned that the origin of the word was not southern, but French.

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