nail biter. perspirator.

“they don’t fit to well.” [sic]

what a classy family.  auntie sarah is just so nice, i suppose.  

change has come…

…to america.

exodus 8:2

“and i’d like to think this is all just a coincidence.  but this, please, cannot be…one of those things.”  

yesterday, while crossing fourteenth street and seventh avenue, i spotted a guy up ahead in the distance who looked very familiar.  when he got closer, i realized he was my long-lost-friend-from-nashville kevin rhoads.  we both spotted each other at the same time and had a semi-disgusting lovefest in the middle of the street.  kevin is one of my favorite artists and favorite people/personalities.  he was in town to play letterman with erin mccarley and it was great to see him and hear of all his good tidings.  erin mccarley is great (seriously great), but i couldn’t stop myself from hoping and wishing that kevin gets to play one of his own songs on letterman one day.  

to add to the irony, he was with erin and, once she and i were introduced and got to talking, we realized that i had been talking to her manager earlier in the day.  what a small, small world (after all).  this sort of thing seems to happen all the time in new york city, one of the world’s biggest and greatest cities.  it’s just a giant particle accelerator that causes the strangest collisions of humanity.  and those collisions turn out to be inspiring/funny/beautiful/etc far more often than not. that said, and in the interest of full disclosure, i did see a stabbing two days ago.

rush limbaugh on barack’s economic speech du jour.

“and the lefties were just swooning. i could practically see oprah just jumping up and down, giddy, jiggling off at least twenty of the forty pounds she’s gained in the last year.”

he’s equal parts ass and genius.  and funny.  smartest guy in showbiz?  maybe.

i can never really seem…

to get enough of this.

this is a cool feature.

and means I can carry on my pontificating from almost anywhere, including the venue in which I do my second-best thinking: the subway. maybe the next iphone will be waterproof, enabling me to dispatch from the home of my *very* best thinking: the shower.  Sent from my phone.

perhaps saying so is in poor taste…

but this was kind of inevitable.  

or maybe it didn’t…

one of the co-hosts of “chardonnays on ice” has validated the humor inherent to my jet travolta joke.  thank you, sassy co-host.

it happened again.

i have made an inappropriate and premature celebrity death-related joke.  this is just one of my curses.