Our weekly Carnival of the Jews is up, over at Soccer Dad’s.

Got home after a long day out, and went searching for Gracie, who was in her new hidey-spot: The corner of the spare room, between two bookcases, where it’s very difficult for Tig to bully her. And because I have a long history of show tunes and movie musical tunes in my head, I started singing “In My Own Little Corner” to her as I lured her out for some attention.

Scanning the TV Guide listings tonight, I find that our Richmond PBS will be showing—you guessed it—Rodgers & Hammerstein’s “Cinderella,” whence (ooh, fancy word!) came the song I was just singing.

Guess what I’ll be doing from 8 to 10 p.m.?

Aren’t you glad these guys are our news gatekeepers? Because they come up with headlines like this:

Icky Algae Worries New England Fishermen
STOCKBRIDGE, Vt. — It looks like a clump of soiled sheep’s wool, a cottony green or white mass that’s turning up on rocks and river bottoms, snarling waterways.

Already a scourge in New Zealand and parts of the American South and West, the aquatic algae called “rock snot” is creeping into New England, where it is turning up in pristine rivers and alarming fishermen and wildlife biologists.

“It scares me,” said Lawton Weber, a fly fishing guide, who first spotted it on the Connecticut River in northern Vermont in June. “It’s an aesthetic eyesore when it’s in full bloom mode and its impact on the trout population is going to be significant.”

Ooooh. Icky and scary. But “icky”—now there’s a professional journalist’s dream adjective for you.

If you’re six.

Say hello to the dog days of August, and slow news days.