Remember how I was bitching about being really sick when I was in Kansas City? Turns out that could have been a good thing. Someone brought their child, who had a lovely stomach virus, to the Bat Mitzvah, and subsequently almost everyone else who attended it has come down with the same virus. My dad, ...

On my way home from a friend’s barbecue, where I met a very cute and very nice girl who very nicely shot me down, my iPod decided to mock we with the following playlist: The Temptations – Can’t Get Next To You Jeff Buckley – Last Goodbye Radiohead – Idioteque Violent Femmes – Kiss Off ...

Firstly, I paid $43.50 for a tank of gas. The most I’ve ever paid before for a tank was $39.50, a week after Katrina. I don’t really have any comment on that, it’s just so absurd, I had to share. Lastly, I forgot one thing from KC that the Jews may appreciate more than most, ...

A few notes and CrapCam photos from Kansas City. Note #1: When having a progressively more irritating cough for two days before you get on a plane, do not get on the plane without taking enough antibiotics to kill anything that comes into your immune system. Otherwise you end up like me right now, coughing ...

I’m going to be in Kansas City for my stepniece’s bat mitzvah this weekend. I’ll be back Sunday if I don’t die of boredom. I’m afraid you’ll have to entertain yourselves until then.

Bill Gates wishes he wasn’t so rich. You know, I think I know a couple of people who’d be happy to take some of that money off his hands.

Ok, so, I’m thinking about moving. It may not be for a while since theoretically my lease runs through September (although I think my landlord would love to rent my place out for way more than I’m paying for it, so I suspect I might be able to persuade them to let me out early). ...

Laz and Christin, you got in under the wire, and I am indeed happy for you. But I’m drawing a line in the sand. Right here, right now. The rest of y’all, STOP GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING CHILDREN. Too many people I know are marrying and reproducing, and my brain cannot handle the levels of ...

I may work for House, but I have absolutely no idea why our opening credits music was playing under a crucial scene in Prison Break tonight. It worked in context, but damn, that was distracting.

Chaplin’s been waking me up at 4:30 the last few mornings to stare me in the face then bite me on the nose once I wake up, so I thought perhaps I should get him something new to amuse himself with. I went to the pet store and found this awesome giant mouse/scratching post that’s ...