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Nope, no surprises here:

Jimmy Stewart

You scored 19% Tough, 14% Roguish, 62% Friendly, and 10% Charming!

You are the fun and friendly boy next door, the classic nice guy who still manages to get the girl most of the time. You’re every nice girl’s dreamboat, open and kind, nutty and charming, even a little mischievous at times, but always a real stand up guy. You’re dependable and forthright, and women are drawn to your reliability, even as they’re dazzled by your sense of adventure and fun. You try to be tough when you need to be, and will gladly stand up for any damsel in distress, but you’d rather catch a girl with a little bit of flair. Your leading ladies include Jean Arthur and Donna Reed, those sweet girl-next-door types.


Yes, it’s the Classic Leading Man Test.  And whenever I do one of these things, I am invariably – INVARIABLY, I TELL YOU! – tagged as a Jimmah Clone.

M-must be ’cause of the w-way I talk.
A glass of wine with the lovely Myrna Loy-ish Jordana.

I can’t dredge up the energy for a full-sized post this afternoon, as I am still suffering from the stomach bug a bit, but here is a selection of bite-sized ones to (hopefully) keep you amused and entertained:

→The leaves here in Northern Virginia are juuuuust starting to turn on their outer edges. And the sun has reached that point in its southward journey that even in the middle of the day it looks as if evening is no great way off.  As I’ve said before, I love this time of year, and I expect I’ll spend a lot of time in the next few weeks just gazing about and taking it all in.  I’ve finally concluded that November 1, All Saints, is my very favorite day of the year, but most of the month of October would rank pretty high up there as well.

→ Oh, speaking of the weather, I will say here and now that I think the NoVA area is about due for a fairly severe winter and I expect several storms with snowfall a foot or better this year.  I could be wrong, of course, but I’ve been seeing signs lately that I have not noticed the past several years, which have been comparatively mild and snowless.

→ No, I did not watch the Veep debate last night.  I gather that Sarah Barracuda did pretty well, but the MSM is working hard to bury the story.  Truth be told, I become increasingly gloomy about this whole race.  About half the country seems to be in a fey mood this year and all common sense has gone right out the window. All I can say to those so enthusiastic about The One is caveat emptor. Oh, and all I can say to those who point out that four years of Carter brought on the Reagan Revolution is that I am old enough to remember those years and this is gonna be a lot worse.

→ Having finished both Soup and A Sailor of Austria, I am now back to square one in trying to decide what to read next on the metro.  Right now the nominees are the final volume of Powell’s A Dance To the Music of Time;  Francis Parkman’s France and England in North America, Vol. 1; Niccolo Capponi’s Victory of the West about the Battle of Lepanto;  Haydn: His Life and Music by H.C. Robbins Landon and David Wyn Jones;  and Bruce Catton’s Grant Moves South.  Yes, it’s quite the dilemma, but this is the kind whose horns don’t feel all that bad.

→ Tomorrow my church is hosting a Medieval Festival thingy.  (Father M, are you planning to stop by at all?) Like the fool that I am, I unthinkingly volunteered to help with set-up a couple weeks ago and now will be forced to appear far from bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at seven ack emma.  This is, I believe, the first time my parish has ever attempted something like this, so I feel honor-bound to help out to try and make a success of it.  

→ By some serendipitous scheduling, we are managing to get rid of all three of the gels tonight.  Two are going to sleepovers at a friend’s house, while the eldest is involved in some kind of youth group “lock-in” – a term that has always sounded vaguely cultish to me – over at RFEC.  Suffice to say that Mrs. R and I are, ah, looking forward to taking advantage of having the house to ourselves. 

→ Speaking of Mrs. R, everyone cross their fingers for her, please, as in yet another outburst of her apparently endless energy, she’s off interviewing at Johns Hopkins this afternoon for some kind of science teaching-related masters program.  If she gets the slot and graduates, she’ll have more advanced degrees than I do.  (UPDATE: She’s in! Woot!)(UPDATE DEUX: Whoop! For clarification, it’s actually a Graduate Certificate.  Apparently one can do a couple of them to receive a full-blown Masters, but let’s cross that bridge when we get to it.)

→ I am still accepting suggestions for extremely loud and obnoxious gifts for my nephew and nieces by which I can pay my brother back for inflicting a flock of flying monkeys on my household last Christmas. I may have mentioned that we have found a snoring pig that looks to hold promise, but I am also open to other ideas.  We head down to his place for Thanksgiving this year and I’d like to leave my dish of revenge while we visit, so that it will be nice and cold by Christmas.


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