I have just made a small wager with someone that within the next week, Donald Rumsfeld will be changing jobs.

I've usually had good luck with online services that give you driving directions from one place to another. Tonight, I used Switchboard to tell me how to get to Vroman's Bookstore in Pasadena and it told me to go get on the 101 Freeway. As I neared the 101, I consulted the printout to tell me which way to go and the paper said to take the 101 East.

"Well, that'll be a fun ride," I thought. The 101 goes North and South.

But I somehow found my way to the shop wherein my friend Alan Brennert was signing his new novel (click here for details on the book and future signings). It was a nice turnout, and I got to chat with an old friend of mine, Richard Kyle, who was among the founding fathers of comic book fandom. Some say he coined the phrase "graphic story" to denote the format we all know and love, and I can believe that. A lot of things Richard wrote in 1967 about the future of comics have come to pass, and others will happen in our lifetimes. Anyway, it was great to see Richard and I thought I'd mention that here, since folks occasionally write to ask me if he's still around.

You couldn't help but feel sad for Siegfried last night on Larry King Live. You also felt that he was only giving interviews because he or his advisers felt that, for their past work not to be besmirched (and for the future of any acts that use big cats, including theirs), they had to start getting people to view what happened to Roy as a rare, flukish accident. They need to convince folks — and I'm not saying this isn't the case — that the animals aren't that dangerous, that what happened to Roy could not possibly have been prevented and is unlikely to ever happen again.

In this article, Vegas mogul Steve Wynn offers a more detailed explanation of what happened, including the notion that the tiger was distracted by the ringside presence of a lady with a large hair-do.

This is not the same thing but I am reminded of one time I did a TV show where one of the guests was a fine magician named Mark Kalin who, in the course of his performance, made a live tiger appear. Before the taping, the director went up to the pages (the staffers who seat the audience) and told them to make sure that none of the women sitting near the stage were having their periods at the moment. "The cats smell the blood," he told them. "It drives them crazy." I've heard this is — you'll excuse the expression — an old wives' tale, and I'm not sure if the director believed it or if he just thought it would be funny to stick the pages with this silly job. But pages do what they're told and a couple of them diligently went out and started interrogating female audience members about their menstrual cycles — a chore made even more awkward because the tiger was going to be a surprise so they couldn't explain why they wanted to know. I actually overheard two male pages discussing whether certain ladies were young or old enough that it wasn't necessary to ask them, and it reminded me how utterly clueless most males are about things like that.

I also remember that in the trick, throughout two dress rehearsals and two tapings, the tiger never failed to urinate about thirty seconds after it appeared. One of Kalin's assistants was positioned such that he could not avoid being rained upon. After the third or fourth time this happened, I actually heard the guy mutter out loud, "What? And give up show business?"

Here's another article about Leno cozying up to Schwarzenegger. I don't think it's as bad as this article makes it out to be. But it could get there.

Michael Kinsley is not swooning for Wesley Clark. And while I think it would be nice to have a Democratic nominee that Republican chickenhawks can't brand as anti-military, neither am I.

A minor adjustment I made in this site's design last night caused it to be unreadable in most older browsers. What happened — this will only make sense to those of you who know HTML coding — is that I neglected to close one "table" tag. The page still read fine in the current versions of Internet Explorer, Netscape, Opera, etc. But it didn't appear for the users of some older versions of those browsers until a couple of them e-mailed me and caused me to find the error. I thank those alerted me and apologize to all who were inconvenienced…and I urge you all to upgrade your software. In the next few months, there'll be plenty of sites out there you won't be able to view.

Andrew Sullivan is an openly gay conservative pundit who I find to be spectacularly off-target on most topics unrelated to being an openly gay conservative. But he does know that beat and here, in perhaps the most influential conservative forum in this country, he makes a strong case that conservatives are on the wrong side of the issue of gay marriage.

Here's an interesting glitch in online banking that happened to me and that might happen to you. I use Microsoft Money, which downloads the details of my checking account and credit cards. On the first Monday of each month, my bank charges me a $12.00 service charge for my checking account and then because my balance is over their minimum, they immediately reverse it. So each month, I download from them a transaction that says, "Monthly service fee, $12.00" and then one that says, "Monthly service fee reversal, $12.00." Or at least, I did.

In June, I purchased something off eBay for $12.00 and sent a check to the seller, whom we shall call Myron. As it turns out, that check was dated the first Monday of that month. For some reason, Microsoft Money merged that transaction with that month's monthly service fee. It saw two $12.00 debits the same day and treated them as one.

Ever since then, it's been treating each monthly service fee as if it's a debit to Myron. Each month, I download "Payment to Myron, $12.00" followed immediately by "Monthly service fee reversal, $12.00." Since the balance is correct, I didn't catch it until this week. Suddenly, I noticed that this Myron guy, from whom I bought one silly item in June, had been charging my checking account $12.00 every month since then! I dug up his phone number and called him to accuse him of thievery or worse. I got his voice mail and decided not to leave a message…which was fortunate because a few minutes later, I resorted Microsoft Money to isolate just my $12.00 transactions and that's when I realized my Monthly Service Fees were missing for the same dates as the charges to Myron. After (literally) forty minutes on the phone to the bank, we figured out it wasn't Myron and it wasn't even them. It was Microsoft Money…or maybe it was me not checking its math closely enough.

Anyway, I almost accused an innocent eBay vendor, and there's a lesson to be learned here. Never attribute to larceny that which can be explained by computer error. Or something.

Several articles today (like this one) are discussing the propriety of Jay Leno introducing Arnold Schwarzenegger at his victory party and otherwise boosting the man's candidacy. For what it's worth, I don't think Jay has gone easy on Arnold in the monologues but he has certainly left himself wide open to the charge. I think Leno's wrong if he thinks that he can avoid being considered a supporter of a candidate in such a situation just by not making a formal endorsement and by saying, "He's a friend."

Here's a piece about the recent Friars Roast of Tom and Dick Smothers. [WARNING: Contains Jack Carter jokes. Approach with caution.]

My pal Paul Harris does a fine talk radio/interview show Monday through Friday on station KTRS, which is 550 on your dial if you're in or around St. Louis. You can find online audio excerpts of his best celebrity interviews at this site, along with his weblog and lots of other fun stuff. Not long ago, I chatted with him about my book on MAD Magazine, Mad Art, and he's replaying that conversation on Monday as he takes a rare day off. (My segment is scheduled to air at 12:35 PM Central Time, but I think you can also find it on Paul's site and listen to it any time you want.)

Also, on the Thursday edition of All Things Considered on N.P.R., another pal is interviewed. Joe Bevilacqua is a radio producer and performer who studied with the late, great Daws Butler and has recently co-edited this book of sketches that Daws wrote for his legendary voice acting classes. Some time during the All Things Considered hour, there'll be eight minutes with Joe discussing Daws and the book.

Which brings us to the question of how you're going to listen to these shows. Lately, I've been playing around with and generally enjoying Replay Radio, which is a piece of computer software that functions like TiVo for the recording of Internet radio feeds. If you have a good, swift 'net connection, you can set Replay Radio to record any channel that you can access at the time you want it to record. It will make an MP3 or WAV file or even burn the recording right to a CD if you like. A list of shows is built into it, as is a list of Internet addresses for channels, but you can set it for any radio station for which you can find a web address. A demo version of the software can be downloaded from their site. It will only record five minute hunks but it'll give you the idea and let you see if it's compatible with your system. Once you register, which costs thirty bucks, you can record broadcasts and webcasts of up to four hours. There's also an add-on piece of software that will you let you listen to these recordings easily on a Pocket PC. So far, it's working fine for me.

An unannounced walk-on at the end of Mr. Leno's monologue tonight on The Tonight Show. Maybe Jimmy Kimmel can get Gray Davis.

By coincidence, my friend Nat Gertler was at the same performance last night of The Producers. His reaction is over here on his weblog. While you're there, browse around the entire 'blog because Nat's a bright guy and a good writer.

One way in which the recall seems to have been good for George W. Bush is that it distracted attention from David Kay's report on the hunt for those elusive Weapons of Mass Destruction in Iraq. For months now, one of my conservative friends has been e-mailing me that when that report was in, it would prove that Saddam had weapons and was about to use them on the U.S., no doubt about it. Well, if anything, it proves the opposite. Here's Fred Kaplan's reading of it, which among other things extracts the claim that the policy of sanctions and inspections was working just fine. If it wasn't more fun to talk about Arnold grabbing ladies' breasts, the press might have pointed this out.

Michael Kinsley on "Why Bush Angers Liberals."