US Rollergirls are bruising my heart

My Chrimmastime toy vs. Rob's. I didn't know the US Geological Surveyors were issued sidearms. This is what greeted me every time I turned away from the screen during the new episode of Lost.

Not really; Rob frequently yielded the armaments to me to express my hostility towards advertising. Lost was prefaced with an hour long, grossly narrated clipshow piece of crap. Television is dumb. If they really can't produce more than seven episodes or however insanely thin they are currently spreading their paté, they should just divide the year into three seasons and run a different show instead of reruns. And then Lost comes back in the fall, with no weeks off, ever. As for the new episode itself, it was really awesome. Especially because I have been graced with the ultimate satirical tools to dismiss the solemnity of that "The Lord is my Shepherd" routine (thank you, Knockout).

There have been complaints (?) from my readers (!) about the dropoff in postings. So you get this random assortment of old news (Lost) and decontextualized tangents (Roller Derby).

VMFX, who has succeeded me as the Press's official in-house abuser of onerous initials, turned me on to the roller derby revival. Check it yourself at http://www.usrollergirls.com/.

Oh, yeah, I didn't post anything since my birthday. The day itself was mediocre. It was like any other Tuesday. But, no worries, I intend to celebrate at least three or four more times with peoples who couldn't be around for the actual event. So maybe five average birthdays equals one great one.

Stephanie told me that I have the same birthday as Pat Benatar (well, this after telling me that my birthday was in the same week as Dave Grohl, one of her personal faves). Pat Benatar? Booooooring. I checked myself on the internet, to see if there was anyone cooler with whom I shared that, my very special day. I immediately accused her of passing up great opportunities to link me with George Foreman and Rod Stewart...and then I hit paydirt.

Rasputin.