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No one epitomized Mad magazine more than Don Martin. There were other very good artists - Mort Drucker, Dave Berg, Dick DeBartolo, and others - but Martin was it, in all its manic glory. I gloriously wasted hours of my youth reading his stuff (as well as the rest of the magazine). Don Martin was born on this day in 1931 and died in January 2000.

This year's hurricane forecast does not look hopeful, calling for a strong season in the Atlantic. We're seeing some early development on the Pacific side. In addition, we learn that FEMA didn't exactly bring the A-Team when it was inspecting last season's destruction.

Last week I mentioned transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS), a new treatment for depression. ABC News ran a story about TMS last night.

A friend observed that a mark of his maturity is that he's learned to speak up when he doesn't want to speak up, shut up when he doesn't want to shut up.

Today's automated job search for technical documentation positions brought, lo, a technical documentation listing. The morning mail also brought a job titled Manager, Custody Operations. It's not a job running a jail, but something to do with managing financial transactions.

Here's one more reason not to use your cell phone while you're off in the wilderness.