Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
The best part of this situation is that my little karaoke video can still be accessed here. Isn't that weird? So it is still hosted by YouTube even though it has been removed. Odd.
I feel compelled to promote it again just because they say I can't. Hee hee. I'm a fucking outlaw!!!
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I did not have time to purchase a book before getting in line to confront my old nemesis, so I waited completely bookless, much to the chagrin of the many Barnes & Noble book-signing-line expediters. When they asked me for my copy so they could shave 1.3 seconds off my wait time by "prepping it" for signing, I said, "I don't have it, but it's okay. John and I are old friends, and I have something special."
When I finally reached him, I told him I would buy his book if he would sign a piece of paper admitting that he stole my career. He agreed, but insisted that he write his confession on my bald head instead of on impersonal paper. I acquiesced, offering him my scalp as he went to work. I then purchased "More Information Than You Require" and went home satisfied that our long conflict was finally resolved.
When I got home, I looked in the mirror and realized I had been taken in again by this bespectacled inveigler.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
This is how Jill and I cope with my being away every Thursday through Sunday. We sit at our respective desks - she in Brooklyn and I in my hotel room - and chat while distorting our heads and using voices we imagine would befit our altered visages. Better than cyber sex!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
This is already one of my favorite post-game interviews. At about the 1 minute mark Jonathan Papelbon soaks the socially and fashionably awkward Craig Sager (look at that blazer!) with champagne. Pap reminds me of a crazed Tom Cruise at the end of "Taps", spraying bullets from an M60 out the window, exclaiming to a disillusioned Timothy Hutton, "It's fucking beautiful, man! Beautiful!"
So do I! The Sox win AGAIN! Pretended to give it away, and then WHAM! shut the door on the Haloes last night, 3-2. Even Jill was fired up. She was screaming louder than I was at the TV during some crucial plays. "That Guy" may have turned into "That Couple". What have I done?!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Thanks to J.D. Drew (above), the Red Sox have now defeated the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim District of New Calexico and Emirates Commonwealth Protectorate 11 (eleven, as in "these go to eleven") straight times in the postseason. Wow. On Sunday at Fenway let's make it 12.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
In case you couldn't tell, that's me with the receding hairline on your left (stage right, house left). I was in Ft. Myers, FL, playing Rooster in the Broadway Palm Dinner Theater production of "Annie", and this is the apartment where we were housed for the 6-week run. This is how we would spend our off evenings, sitting in front of a rolling camera and discussing nonsense while altering our senses.
The lovely lady is Keith (yes, Keith) and the gentleman is Scott, I believe. It's been a while, and I haven't talked to either of them since this little incident. Yes, it was worth it.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
This is an example of my job as emcee of "The House of Dew" at Dew Tour in Cleveland last summer. If you look closely, you will notice that I am balancing a small sample cup of Mountain Dew on my head (not a urine sample) while riding a classic Schwinn Sting Ray Pea Picker bicycle with a microphone in my hand. And no, I did NOT go to Clown College.