First off...CONGRATULATIONS to Bizzy on her blog print debut! Check out the details here. Thank God people around here are finally recognizing that a) there is this thing called the internet where people do stuff, and b) Bizzy rocks it.

Just returned from another delicious and fun filled dinner with my friends Sue Ellen and Jeremy. It's always so fun visiting with them. It's one of the few places where I can be guaranteed at the very least five belly laughs PLUS a phenomenal meal. Good stuff. Miracle of miracles, I actually took a peanut butter pie over there this time (thanks for the recipe, B!). It did a little triple somersault out of the freezer at its presentation. The dismount was perfect, so it didn't get kicked off the squad...although it did fail the Jerm Cream Cheese/Avocado Taste-o-lator.

As sometimes happens, we digressed into something totally off-base...myspace. First, let me say that I'm a little confused by myspace. Is it a blog or a new age chain letter? It's exhausting linking to this person and then that person and then someone you totally forgot you graduated with. Before you know it, you've spent hours looking through links and learning absolutely nothing except that someone you knew in 1993 has a kid now and is living in another state.

Namaste

I had to submit a quick note to tell you that while volunteering for the River's Edge Film Festival over the weekend, my friend Brad was stunned to come face-to-face with Dorothy Lyman. Some of you clever readers may know her as Naomi from the 80s sitcom, Mama's Family. Ms. Lyman directed an entry in this year's festival called Northern Kingdom. The film is based on a play by Andes, Delhi resident Nancy Sayles Garrett and follows three interconnected families in an agricultural town and their interaction with an injured Iraq-conflict veteran who upon his return befriends a troubled boy who is building a bomb. The play was developed into a screenplay after Lyman saw a staged reading in New York City.

After Brad related the sighting, I kept wondering things like...

"Did she stay at the new Residence Inn or at The Big E (and if so, did she meet Essie)?"

"Did she eat at Di Fratelli's or Doe's or did she just hang out at O'Charley's like Robert Downey, Jr. did during his stay?"

"Did she visit any of the Lowertown galleries or did she just go to JC Penney like Demi Moore?"

I wondered if she went in the Groundfloor (my favorite downtown store) and what she thought about that white dusted angel/statue-guy posed on Broadway on Saturday night. What did she think about the people line dancing in the street to the musical stylings of sweaty country karaoke man? I wondered if she had any clue just how many episodes of Mama's Family everyone around here has seen.

I wish I could have asked her what it was like to work with Vicki Lawrence and Fran Drescher and if the staff at the MAC was friendly to her or knew who she was or gave her a free REFF coffee mug.

Why didn't I volunteer again this year??!!

Namaste

I just had to post the fact that I received an email from my friends Jeremy and Sue Ellen today that while travelling they just happened to run into this baseball legend somewhereabouts Nashville, Tennessee. Personally, I wouldn't have known him from my high school gym teacher, but Jerm is quite the baseball officianado. Or maybe it's just because they know everyone everywhere. No kidding. I don't know how they do it. If you have ever been out with them, you know exactly what I mean. It's like going out with Bizzy and Tom. If you go out to dinner with them, or Sam's Club or the Minit Mart...someone will shout out. It's pure craziness.
Namaste

Pretty Scary Stuff

War Czar' Concerned over Stress of War on Troops

Namaste

Update: Jerry's sink is currently going for $16,100.00. His water spigot is only going for $92.05. Bargain.

What is it about a stamp machine at the USPS that keeps it out of order 90% of the time? Our Coke machine at work is NEVER out of order, although it is out of Diet Coke a lot. Today, I left for work early with no cash when I realized that I needed to mail an envelope (a.k.a. bill). Even though I only needed a dollar to buy the stamp, I drove to the bank machine and had to withdraw $20 since that is the smallest denomination available for withdrawal anymore (?!). As I was driving back toward the post office it dawned on me that I would have to get change for a $20, because the stamp machine only takes $5 and $1. And, BTW, who would want $19 in freaking Sacajawea doubloons if it did take $20? The weight of your purse would equal that of the stamp machine. So I turned around and headed toward Hardee's to buy the breakfast to break the $20 to buy the stamp to mail the bill that I didn't want to pay in the first place. So, after waiting in line for 15 minutes to get the breakfast, I race back toward the USPS, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? A sign reading COINS ONLY.

Namaste

Celebrity Death Matches I'd like to see...

Pat Sajak
vs.
Alex Trebek













(what's up w/this naked Alex picture?)













Tom Sizemore
vs.
Danny Bonaduce
























Emeril Lagasse
vs.
Paula Dean



























Stephen King
vs.
J.K. Rowling


























Bob Hoskins
vs.
Danny Devito

Vern Troyer
vs.
Matt Roloff






















Mayor Paxton
vs.
Judge Newberry






















Circuit City
vs.
Bestbuy












And last but not least...














and














vs.













Namaste!

This is disgusting. As I type there are 37 bids. Highest bidder is $5,000.

Following is a section of the description:

"All items were working when removed and are now sold “as is” with no express or implied warranty of operability or fitness for use or purpose.
To authenticate the fixtures and cabinets, successful bidders will receive a copy of the deeds of sale to Jerry Garcia and from the Garcia Estate along with a signed declaration by the former owner of the house verifying the items were removed from the house. By the sale of these items, no disrespect is intended towards the memory of Jerry [note the use of the familiar "Jerry" here, is if they had some personal association]. This auction and the Sophia Foundation are not affiliated with nor endorsed by either the Jerry Garcia Estate or the Grateful Dead."

No disrespect? It's on eBay.

Shout out to Michael for drawing my attention to this classic display of American capitalism. Which is the greater evil: selling the kitchen sink of Jerry Garcia at auction on eBay or buying the kitchen sink of Jerry Garcia at auction on eBay?

Namaste