And of course I woke up almost an hour late because the alarm didn't go off. Some asshat changed the AM and PM around. I checked that I had the alarm set for AM like five times but never paid attention to what time it was set for. I wonder if the person did it on purpose. I know I am going to do that from now on.

Oh yeah, Weeks. I was just over on twitter crying into my virtual beer about that. What a shitty roll of the dice. (No pun intended.)

Hotel Alarm Clock DUAN!

When did it become a bad thing for a player to act like a coach? Apparently I need to get my clichés straight.

That stupid fucking British chef or that stupid fucking British music producer who appear on American television and yell at everyone.

Great! Now if he could only learn to throw a football.

Somewhere, Jason LaRue sheds a single tear, then goes back to lying down in a darkened room.

Clearly she can see its appeal.

Well, I did keep hearing people saying that the really needed something that hadn't been around for a while. So I assume they must have been talking about you.

It's funny you bring those up. Other than Carolla I like Marc Maron and I've been a big fan of the Sklars for a long time. Although, I have quite a few episodes of Sklarboro downloaded that I will probably never get to.

Drank a sixer of Shiner when I was in the Metroplex this week.

Podcast DUAN!

The trick was to never wash them. Just like the black and white pair of Zubaz I wore for eleven months straight in 1990.

Do we have confirmation yet if Ted McGinley was on that boat?

Anyone miss Hypercolor T-shirts? No? Well, piss off then.

How many extra milk cartons have to be printed as a result of this?

Give him a break. It gets lonely out there on the ro-ad.

Slack features? Negligible affect? Soulless gaze?

Now Prince Fielder has someone to hang out with during "Take Your Father to the Ballpark Day."

It's okay to be depressed for a bit. It's good therapy. Then it's time to burn things down...