We wrote a cool story a while back on Nicholas Aggor, a very devoted father and a onetime automotive engineer in Detroit who got so fed up that his two sons were struggling in math that he rewrote their textbooks — and then created his own textbook series. Now they are doing tremendously, total math success stories. Well, in our story we mentioned that Mr. Aggor's Math Master's Series could be ordered online. Trouble is, his Web site was not live when we published and in the interim, someone else did something cyber-dastardly and scooped up his URL name — NOT NICE AT ALL. To wit, we'd like all of you to know that Mr. Aggor's books can be ordered at his one and only TRUE Web site, which is now www.mathmastersseries.net.

He can be reached at 734-285-2563. He's a very nice man and we are sorry to hear someone treated him like that. The world can be bad, no?

Evel Knievel has died. Say what you will about his personality but the dude had some stones, serious stones. We thought him an original and you all know how we feel about that. RIP, motorcycle boy.

Rodney King, you remember that guy, got shot again. He attracts some bad stuff like a moth to a flame, it would seem. Some people can.

Alert the media: Lindsay Lohan is single — again. If this writer's strike ever ends, she may also show up on a future episode of Ugly Betty, we hear.

Man, that former cop whose wife is missing in Illinois — we gotta wonder what's going on there. It seems now that at the very least, he had some serious domestic issues with women in his life — a history of them, in fact. While he is innocent until proven guilty, allow us to remind: one in 10 people are somehow touched by domestic violence in this country. Look around you. It happens to nice women from nice homes and isn't some trailer-park crime, like some of you might want to imagine. If you suspect something, ask. And if you know, tell. You might just save someone's life. Here's a number for the National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Loving the Mittens and Rudy action on last night's uTube debate on CNN. Some highlights for us included Anderson Cooper's immaculate suit. If this whole TV new thing doesn't work out, he should hit the catwalks for sure. Fab. Who dresses that boy? We have an inkling that he does it himself and we could NOT love his fashion moxie more. Of course, he is pedigreed. We also liked seeing Charlie Christ, Florida's governor, standing up there amid the candidates. Bloody heck, we truly think he'd do as good a job as president as any of the folks seeking the office. We completely mean it, too. Finally: We need Mayor Rudy to just take the gloves off and act super presidential. He is trying too hard to be nice. Be mean, mayor. We know you've got some issues a-cookin' but who doesn't. GRRRRRRRR.

But wait, there's more: We bet one trillion dollars (invoking Dr. Evil posture) that SOMEONE at CNN knew that dude was a Hillary plant. Betcha. Not fashionable Anderson, of course, but someone.

We curled our hair like Farrah Fawcett and decided at the gym we are going to fix it like this thru the holidays. We're sick of that darned flat iron. We really are.

We found THE cutest hot pink tabletop tree at TJ Maxx and it is making our suburban news lair look ever so festive. That and playing "Mr. Hankie, the Christmas Poop" on our iTunes. We love Christmas music as much as anyone. BTW: Our fave scene in the Nutcracker is when all those mice come out and twirl in unison. Terrific.

Barbra Streisand is supporting Mrs. Clinton — SHOCKING. Are there two people in the universe who care who she's backing? AS IF. Shut up and sing, honey.

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

That squirrely hater punk Ahmadenijad says our peace summit in Annapolis is a complete failure and to that we say: Shut your cakehole, shorty, and get a better suit.

Speaking of the summit: did they feed everyone some delicious crab cakes from G&M? If not, they should've. The best EVER.

We love all animals, particularly rodents, and once joined PETA (we quit because their magazine was just too gross). But we do confess we kinda dig Madonna's pink sheep. Maybe we could get the genetic folks to clone 'em pink. No, we don't approve of spray painting animals for any reasons, not even horses turned into zebras. We just enjoy the color pink ever so. We have a hot pink Christmas sweater with a lime green tree, too. SO kitsch.

We have been out occasionally on the presidential campaign trail with Photographer of the Year and Nicole Kidman lookalike Mary Calvert, a talented lass and dining conspirator extraordinaire. We have dubbed our election cycle reporting — with the help of our personal PR goddess to the Stars, Penny Lane — the Hubris n' Hairspray Tour. Yes, we have t-shirts. Highly coveted. No, we did not print tour thongs… but we did consider it.

Except for the crunchy granola clothes, we love that Sundance catalog a lot. Fun jewelry. Lots of good gifts here.

They should have a Santa for grown-ups at Williams Sonoma. You sit down, tell him how much you'd enjoy a case of French bordeaux, confide how much the kids are hacking you off, how much you despise your boss, your commute, the pesky neighbors, and he sends you away with a wink and a nod and a hunk of manchego cheese, a couple of stuffed olives and an icy martini. Ho-ho-ho.

We understand that our Kid Rock wants to cut his hair and we'd like to state for the record that we love him just like he is — kinda dirty-looking. If he cuts his hair, he might end up looking like David Lee Roth, the Van Halen frontman, who can still belt but who sorta looks like someone's dad. Speaking of rock stars, we saw our future husband Dave Navarro on the Donny Deutsch show — one of our fave chat programs EVER — and delicious Dave seemed so sweet and grounded and happy. All of his piercings and tats were covered up, too. AS IF. Those are our favorites. BTW: We’d love to have dinner with Donnie Deutsch. We can dig his NYC adman energy.

Where is Mrs. Mayor Rudy and why ain't she on the campaign trail? We're just askin'.
Maybe she is and we've missed her. We must find out.

RIP Robert Cade, the dude who invented Gatorade. He was a Florida Gator. Speaking of which… Tim Tebow for the Heisman. He's only a sophomore but totally deserving.

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

We were walking on the treadmill this afternoon, trying to hustle off the pecan pie we downed on Thanksgiving, when we found ourselves humming the new Nancy Pelosi fight song. It's the Pam Tillis tune, perhaps you have heard it ... and it goes like this: "Just call me Cleopatra, everybody, cause I'm ... queen of denial." Yep, the troop surge was a bad idea. (Smiling Grinch smile here).

We love it how FoxNews describes its reporters as "embedded" with the presidential campaigns -- like the war correspondents. Probably similar qualities here, particularly people trying to keep reporters away from the news.

We highly recommend Guy Trebay's fab piece in Sunday's NYTimes on scenester Andre J. Look past the obvious diva fluff and there's a message here on living: Be true to your school. Go Andre!

Speaking of the Sunday NYTimes. We found ourselves relaxing yesterday morning at our suburban news lair with our better half, reading the turbo weddings section, sipping our Zabar's coffee, watching the Sunday chat shows with NPR in the background on the radio. And suddenly, in a moment of clarity, fearing we were about to explode as a couple of liberal ho-ho's, we quickly switched over to the Spongebob Squarepants movie on Nickelodeon and changed the radio to the car talk program. Scary. We are deeply concerned that we are becoming the people we can't stand.

And speaking of the better half, here is a portion of his Christmas music wish-list: Devil's River, Chris D; Teen Babes From Monsanto, Redd Kross; Clang Bang Clang: The Songs of Charles Manson, various. And you thought shopping for your picky kid was rough.

We are officially BORED TO TEARS with the neverending political primary season. We are now down to reporters writing about candidate diets and such. Mittens eats his wife's granola for breakfast, John McCain craves spaghetti and Mayor Rudy likes to steal leftovers from voter's plates. ZZZZZZZZZ. Make it happen already. By the time of the summer conventions, we will have to medicate ourselves to keep interest.

Didya see that story about the chick that had a 10-pound hair tumor removed from her stomach? Seems she was having trouble eating and found out there was a terrible blockage. Turns out, she had a condition where people EAT their hair. And we'd like to know -- since it is just after Thanksgiving -- how many calories are in hair? Seriously, if it's filling and stops us from munching, it seems like a low-maintenance diet plan. We have a lot of hair, too.

We hear that smoldering thespian hunk Terrence Howard will make his Broadway debut in February as Brick in "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." We do so love that play and think he will make an excellent Brick in this revival. Wonder who will play Maggie? How about Angelina? Last time we saw this, Kathleen Turner was amazing as the female lead. We hope to catch a show. Parfait casting.

We are adoring that RTW clothes label "Free People." Super fun, inexpensive casual stuff. It's at Lord and Taylor if ya wanna look. We are also enamored with the velour Juicy Couture swing dresses. So snuggly comfy with some tights and the UGGS.

Our fave stocking stuffer: the Chanel lipgloss trios. Who would NOT want THAT?

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

Well, there you have it folks. Young Barack toked up and got gacked out. And he didn't equivocate -- I didn't inhale, yeah right, dude -- he just said he was a dumb kid who liked to get stoned and looking back he learned from his youthful indiscretions. While we aren't condoning drug use, we sure are glad he talked about his early life with honesty. There are a lot of numbed-out youth who need to see there is hope, even for those who aren't perfect.

Speaking of Obama, we rather doubt that he would be less well-received than Mrs. Clinton among the world's leaders. While she is well-known, he'd probably be well-liked, particularly by the 'anyone but Bush' set.

Ric Flair, one of our fave bigtime wrasslers of all time, supports Mike Huckabee. Whoooooo. Nature Boy. We sure do miss him and also Gordon Solie.

In other important national news: Jennie Garth did not deserve to get the boot off of "Dancing with the Stars." Her cha-cha was amazing.

Counting the moments before we put up our hot pink Christmas tree with the black feather boa tinsel. We're fairly sure it'd make Liberace proud. We'll try to post a photograph. We're hellbent on having a Mickey Rourke kind of holiday

Sometimes late at night when we can't sleep we turn on the Art Bell radio show and bask in the radiance of its weirdness. "And while I was up in the space craft ... " Golly it's a goodie.

Allow us to get this off our chest: GO GATORS. BEAT FSU. While on this SEC rant, memo to Kenny Chesney and his Volunteer bigwig buddies: Steve Spurrier, right up the road, Tennessee native and you guys probably need a new coach. Go get him!

It's gonna cost us $189 to properly bling out our Crackberry, according to reliable online estimates. That's a lot of cash for something so frivolous, but we secretly hope that Santa is listening. We want to make it super pretty in hot pink crystals. We also need new reading glasses, in hot pink. We've lost two pairs and we totally are missing our Barbie specs. Also, we've been very good so we'd like a Harry Potter wand.

-- Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

We rushed straight out to Target -- "TAR-JAY" -- this weekend and in addition to Christmas cards and about 10 other things we don't really need, purchased a new Hazmat suit. Better to be protected in this Clinton-Obama mud-slinging feud. Yes, of course it's pink. We simply must look cute, even when entering the political fray. Candidly, we'd like to see these two folks debate one-on-one with questions asked live from an audience with no talking head moderators. Just real citizens stepping up to a mic -- no way to script this. Take the gloves off kids, for America. Let's get ready to rumble ...

Attention retail funseekers: bfads.net.

Dog Chapel creator and artist Stephen Huneck is recovering after a second bout with Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, which left him hospitalized for two weeks. This is a wonderful man with such compassion and grace. Drop him a get well note at Stephen@dogmt.com. We send him our love.

It would be good for us to help the people in Bangladesh. It's shaping up to be a ginormous tragedy. George Clooney, Line 1 -- we need another telethon concert stat.

Those are some honkin' turboprimates in monkey suits traipsing around India, no? They must be eating some Barry Bonds curry.

We are taking an enormous personal gamble -- we are flying on the day before Thanksgiving -- and shopping the morning after, IF we make it back home, that is. We hope Starbucks will be making the always delicious Xanax Gingerbread Latte to ease our travel distress. So festive, such peace.

Donald Sutherland — on TV or film — continues to delight. Have ya seen "Dirty, Sexy Money"?

Our holiday gift tip for the rocker n u: "CREEM: America's Only Rock 'N' Roll Magazine" by Robert Matheu and Brian J. Bowe.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

No surprise that the Juice is going to trial. His pals — er, associates — are probably afraid that if he does walk, he'll hunt 'em down for old times' sake. OJ does not seem to get that this legal go-around is likely karmic payback for what many see as a wrong jury verdict in his murder trial years back. He didn't seem a bit contrite then, nor does he now, the way he rolled his eyes and sighed during testimony. He is gonna owe Yale Galanter a ton after all this is over. Fred Goldman must be pleased with this latest development in the trippy OJ saga. You would have thought that after his last legal crunch, he would have learned his lesson and lived a quiet life of golf and contemplation.

We send get-well wishes to CNN's Nancy Grace, who was hospitalized with blood clots in her lungs after the premature birth of her twins. We wish her a speedy recovery. Twins at 49 is a miracle — she's gonna be one busy TV crimebuster without some good nanny help — and we think she's super lucky to be a mom at this stage in her life. We like it that her husband seems like an excellent ol' boy. A good Southern man is hard to find.

Wolfgang Puck's butternut squash soup. A fab fall food and shockingly deelish out of a can.

Our newest fixation — and we get a new one every month at least — is Sasquatch TV. That's our personal name for the Discovery Channel's new Monsters program. Last weekend, we watched with great delight and much horror a cool show about Bigfoot. Terrific stuff. So scary and WE BELIEVE. Ya gotta check it out. It kept us up half the night.

Lowe's called Christmas trees "family trees" in their catalogue — how sickeningly PC — but they now claim it was a typo. BAH. We think we'll run out and buy a new menorah and call it a "holiday light fixture." OY. We wonder how many towns out there will be forced to hide or scrap their decades-old Nativity cause it makes some people uncomfortable. Better also sharpen up the legal knives to make sure no more elementary school choirs out there sing Christmas carols or anything with a spiritual theme. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

The best stories come from Florida, where there is plenty of good "cooter" crime. We can't resist the one about some dude in Jacksonville, Fla., who apparently was kicked out of the house by his girlfriend, only to try to sneak back in and get stuck in the cat door — and he DIED. "He's a big guy," said one of the dude's friends. And also a dumb one. We've seen a lot of big cats — owned a couple, including our beloved Son of Satan (RIP) — but we're pretty sure we've never seen a door big enough for even us to slip through.

— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times

What to say about the Hillary Clinton plants? It's hard to believe in a campaign this savvy, organized and well-financed that they'd stoop to setting up college kids with questions that were scripted for the senator, who up until then, at least to us, seemed perfectly equipped to respond to most every query — even when she got beat up by the "boys." (We eagerly await more fireworks in the next debate in Vegas.)

Are these Clinton campaign folks surprised that a college girl would narc on them to the press? Although it's easy to blow this incident as a little thing, it makes you kinda start to wonder what else they are dishonest about.

Mr. Obama, he just keeps digging in and chugging along and it also makes us wonder, given the polls, if Mrs. Clinton might be losing control of this race. Could this be? Makes it ever so interesting. We'd also like to note that we LOVE Mrs. Obama's chic boots. Major fashion snaps, chica.

The very likable Mike Huckabee is surging in the Iowa polls. No surprise there. He stands out because he's earnest, and real and transparent. Good to see the Iowa people get that. We think he's a good man.

It's a new season of Project Runway. In that spirit, let us all "make it work."

Matt Damon is PEOPLE magazine's Sexiest Man Alive. Ummm, not so. Cute guy, fun guy, loved the Bourne flicks, but sexy? Can't go there.

We dig the story about the dude in Connecticut who called 911 because he needed … beer. We completely understand this desperation. Many times we've wanted to call for help when we run out of hairspray.

Recently we visited Charleston, S.C. — one of our fave cities of all time — and might we highly recommend the restaurant Slightly North of Broad (SNOB). Terrific shrimp and grits. Kind of a Blanche Dubois goes Southern Goth atmosphere. Packed but not rushed.

We sincerely hope those Jon Bon Jovi New Jersey governor rumors are true. He has always been on our "men we dig from afar" list.

-- Andrea Billups, The