I cannot wait until Tuesday is over. Another electoral cycle will pass away, and I will do a happy dance. No more phone calls from tape-recorded celebrities or “normal people” telling scare stories about assorted propositions that clog up my answering machine. No more shitty commercials with poor animation of the numbers of various propositions ...

I’m going to Atlanta for thanksgiving. For six days. With 7 loud children under 13, 6 stepsiblings and spouses, 5 people out of those two groups staying with my dad and stepmom (not including me), 4 days I’ll probably be sleeping in their neighbor’s apartment, 3 kids 5 or under, 2 flights on fucking AirTran, ...

I need to be employed, like, right now. I’m tired of not doing anything because I have no money. I’m tired of being in my apartment all the freakin’ time. Because when you go from working all the time and only being in your apartment to fall dead asleep to being there all the time, ...

I bought a pumpkin to carve for the first time in a few years, and there were a few things that I forgot. 1. Buy a larger pumpkin than you think you’ll need. You need the big pumpkin so you can get detail on it. 2. Get small tools for carving it out. Kitchen knives ...

Fill in your own jokes, kids: Ryan Seacrest To Be Queen For A Day.

Finally catching up this week’s episode of Commander In Chief, the “OMG! The President is totally a girl!” show on ABC, I noticed one teeny, tiny error. Well, teeny, since it was only on for a total of less than thirty seconds, but not exactly tiny. Obviously, since the show is about the President of ...

YAY! DVD sets for Animaniacs AND Pinky & The Brain?! I seriously cannot contain my excitement. And Warner Brothers cannot get these out the door fast enough. I am such a geek. A very, very happy geek who’ll soon be getting a double-dose of Maurice LaMarche, but still. Geek.

My dad sent me an article this morning about the neighbors of the Plame/Wilsons, and said “See if you recognize a name or two in there.” I was a bit surprised to read: David and Victoria Tillotson knew Valerie Plame as a neighbor and friend for more than five years. Plame was, the Tillotsons believed, ...

One of America’s favorite bankrupt airlines sends me an email every week with fares I can’t afford to all sorts of places. Usually I just wish I had $600 for a weekend jaunt to Tokyo, and then send the email to the trash, since I don’t. But this week, when many of my friends are ...

So round about the sixth inning of tonight’s World Series game, Nate and I met up in a bar near his house. We had two amusing incidents in the four innings we watched: Incident The First: A fairly drunk Irishman with a very thick accent came up to us and tried out his theory about ...