As Pogo said,

Actually, I don’t think it was Pogo, but some character in the strip said, “When you starve with a tiger, the tiger starves last.” Which, now that I think of it, probably has no relation whatsoever to what happened to Roy of Siegfriend & Roy (that’s his full name, I’m pretty sure). Listen, bizarre Teutonic-Vegas ambisexual feline excess may not be my cup of entertainment tea, but my heart of stone still beats enough that I feel badly for anyone who’s been mauled by a tiger. That’s gonna leave a mark, as the kids say these days.

Speaking of leaving a mark, we’ve decided that we’re going to take the kids to see “School of Rock,” inappropriate drug humor and all, because by all accounts it’s a very funny movie, and we did the uplifting girl-power thing (“Bend It Like Beckham”) last time.

And Joan Cusack as a principal. That’s a fantasy bordering on porn, in my mind. Which shows you just what a dark and scary place my mind is. Her little speech impediment drives me wild. I can barely get through her repeatedly saying “Sssthhir!” over and over in “Grosse Pointe Blank” without an intervening cold shower.

Perhaps I’ve said too much . . .