These "abs" are all mine. And they're spectacular.

Maya's vocal gymnastics have bounded to a new level of both volume and frequency. Shutting her up after a morning run and a bottle doesn't seem possible on days like today. So I've started videotaping her actions and hilarious gibberish once again (hoping to post some clips soon). And now that she seems distracted by being propped up in her bouncy chair to do some speedbag work on the hanging plastic rattle-bobbles, I'll do my best to work off a few calories with rapid-fire shots at some stories of the day.

The Rove-as-Plame-leaker story via Lawrence O'Donnell at the Huffington Post has yet to gain real traction, but he makes some good points today. Thanks to Rove's lawyer we now have a new standard in parsed legalese - “never knowingly disclosed classified information.” For those that appreciate maintaining plausible deniability, Rove's a frickin' man to worship. Will the stonewall hold? I'd bet against it. But I'm always wrong, so I'll just keep paying attention for the time being.

Fred Thompson's returning to yet another DC role - this time as Dubya's Supreme Court "search" faceplate. Hey, it's no "Iron Eagle III" or "Curly Sue" but work's work.

Halliburton's apparently still in bidness. Doin' pretty well, to boot. Another $5B for Iraq contracts, even after all the fraud and corruption. My bet is that they've got some friends somewhere in the government.

Poor Maria Carey's getting flack for painting on her ab six-pack. I'd suggest she'd also painted on even more boobs, but that would be juvenile and seemingly impossible.

Maya's raising holy hell - duty (or possibly doodie) calls. Time for more of these sorts of important updates will arise later. Hopefully. Rock on.