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After I made sure there was nothing to watch on every television channel, twice, Ann Patchett's column "Why Not Put Off Till Tomorrow the Novel You Could Begin Today?" helped me procrastinate on my next novel, too.

In the London Review of Books, Andrew O'Hagan not only tells you How to Survive Your Own Stupidity but he reveals that Homer Simpson learned his comedy from Laurel and Hardy.

The paintings of Chesley Bonestell "have often been mistaken for actual colour photographs by those slightly unacquainted with the present status of interplanetary flight" according to Arthur C. Clarke.

The Washinton Post erroneously reports crop circles "all began in the late 1970s." According to my circle making friends it's been going on around the globe for at least 300 years.

Paul Mitchinson discusses 'charges of "censorship" and "McCarthyism," and an embarrassing peacock-like display of one's own victim credentials', but it's not The Eminem Show he's talking about.

In the British case of the swearing Police Officer, The Vocabula Review suggests alternatives he might have used instead: "play mothers and fathers," "go upstairs," "make babies," "get one's jollies," "play hide the sausage," "get into one's pants," "have a tumble."

"Like Pepsi or the Gap, Tom Clancy has become a brand," suggests Linton Weeks. If Clancy's outsourced the writing of his stories, does that mean digittante should outsource to Mexico?