Hmmmmm....I have a life.
Just kidding, I have a cold. And work has been fairly interesting this week. Plus I'm trying to sell my childhood on ebay. Well I guess I shouldn't call it "childhood", but it sounds better than "right after college, when you make more money than you ever had before and you spend money on stupid 'S' and now wish you had that money back hood."
Anyhow, here's a brief list of hot/ not hot things in my life:
HOT: Lost and the Wire are CRAZY right now. One more Wire to go (another good show bites the dust). Really the only TV I look forward to at the moment. Lost is really fun to watch again (last night
NOT HOT: Hypothetically, one of your employees call your house late at night, not on your work issued cell phone that's on vibrate, but on your house line that rings all through the house potentially waking your infant child, only to cry about something that definitely can wait till the next day. But this genius can't seem to get that concept due to the fact that he's a moron. Again, hypothetically speaking, that wouldn't be very hot.
NOT HOT: All the crying sissy's on American Idol when one of their fellow sucktestants get voted off. Have they never watched the show before? What did they think was going to happen? Did they think they were all going to win and become a successful latino teen group sensation like Menudo?
Free advice from the Cheese...grow a sac fella's. I can only pray that Glen Danzig is one of the celebrity advisor's in the coming weeks, and makes each and everyone of them sing "Mother". That's appointment television.

For those with tiny monitors it says there have been 181 page visits, and one click on an ad for a total profit of six cents! By my calculations I should be breaking $1.oo in a year and a half. They don't even send you a check till $10, so that should arrive just in time to send the boy off to college. I'm sure that will be the cost of a pitcher by then. 









This, more than Ground Hog Day, dictates how close spring is for me. Looking at the above picture brings back all the wonderful smells and sounds of baseball... a crisp spring day, the crack from a wooden bat, the fresh cut grass, the fresh spit tobacco (which according to my Pap's dentist is better for you than chewing gum. Mind you, my Pap's had false teeth as long as I've known him, so I don't know how recent this dental claim is.) And while we're on the topic of warm fuzzies, doesn't this just melt your heart?








