Over the New Year's break I was sick in bed for about 36 of the 48 hours I had off. When not tossing in a sweat-covered sleep, I watched a lot of cable TV. During the great Anthony Bourdain No Reservations marathon on the Travel Channel, I watched, several times, and with increasing wonder each time, an info-mercial for some miracle product that soaks up liquid with extreme efficiency. The fascination for me came from how much the pitch man looked like Tomata Du Plenty. I mean, the man is a dead ringer for the late Screamer. I like to think that the irony of it would not be lost on Tomata. That is all for today.