Weather: After a couple of rain/freeze/dry/freeze days we are getting a light snow -- that's what the forecast says, and it's true!

Wildlife: Two small fawns lingered around the house yesterday morning -- I spilled some extra sunflower seeds for a goose who's hanging around, but the honker doesn't leave the reeds at the side of Middle Foy's Lake, except to walk or fly out to the "pond." A bald eagle is perching in a dead tree between Foy's Lake and Middle Foy's.

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Media Watch: Football -- I saw one game where the home team was starting to come back strong in the last few minutes & seconds, but then they fumbled the ball -- arghhh! Pregame Silliness -- MadTV did a hilarious parody of Dr. Phil, supposedly ragging on the coaches of Tampa Bay and Oakland. Jillian looked fine in her skirt & blouse costume. Now that I'm aware of the foreshortening effect of the camera, I can tune in to her comedy better. She was outclassed by MadTV and Howie Long, the former linebacker, though. Long did an outrageous take-off on Terry Bradshaw that made everyone crack up -- including Bradshaw.
46664 Concert -- Did anyone see 46664 yet? I saw a few live clips last week on CNNfm. Since Monday, there's been a 90 minute edited thang bouncing around cable TV. Beyonce Knowles was onstage in South Africa, but she was too diffident for my taste. Anne Lennox has been funky sometimes, but she was overly-serious in her performance with Dave Stewart. U2 is something of a self-parody, despite all their sincerity and quality.
Queen's surviving trio were wonderfully bombastic -- they've always done dymamics well, but I kinda wish they would have let 85 year-old Nelson Mandela leave the stage before Brian May's first power chord sounded.
You'd hope that something funky might happen in Africa, but I didn't see it. The African choir was good. Baba Maal and Youssou N'Dour did their thangs respectibly. (Mr. N'Dour gave Annie an onstage cuddle that should have loosened her up a touch -- she's much better when she's sensual and funny.)
Joseph Shambalala started to make a little noise with that lovely lead-singing Corrs sister, alongside his own group.
A pretty dark lady with the stupid name of Ms. Dynamite did an unusual acapella, but I can't remember seeing anybody but white folks in the audience. (Apartheid is a socio-economic condition, as well as a discredited political policy.)
I was impressed with the finale -- a young, blond European singer named 'Anastasia' came out and just took over the whole show -- good manners and sad faces be damned! She was long, lean, sexy, moved well, and had a distinctive, occasionally grating (Hey, nobody's perfect) voice which rose above everyone else's timid, shoe-gazing musical efforts. I was reminded of Patti Labelle taking over Live Aid in Philadelphia almost 20 years ago.
FUNK SIGHTING! Jan from Columbus, Ohio told me that Gary (Mudbone) Cooper of Bootsy's Rubber Band and Parliament/Funkadelic was in the finale! He's worked with Dave Stewart before, so I'm confident there was some funky music that didn't make the edited version of the concert.