Hurray for the overnight BRQG nostalgia! There are a couple that can make me bray laughter, but luckily for my productivity, I canna remember what they are.

Good to know Ashton Kutcher is not pregnant.

Yeah, I'm over here in the Tom Scola corner, wittyless. Wittinessless? Lacking in the cool kind of wit, not the look both ways before you cross the street kind of wit.

Melanie and Antonio are keeping me strong.

They're keeping me wondering if he's deaf.

Aw, man, -t. They were my edgy indie Brad and Jennifer! She had the lead singer from Guided By Voices on her laminated list!

They are SO NOT SPLITTING UP. I forbid it.

I feel like ass this morning, and also like an ass. When Hec and I returned from the weekend of illness Sunday night, we parked the car in the only available street space, waaaaay at the end of a very, very long block. Last night on my way home from work, I grabbed the car and moved it to a much closer space, halfway down a very short block visible from the bedroom window. So considerate! So much easier on Hec and Emmett! Such a happy little bonus to their morning!

Except... I forgot to tell them. So a couple of minutes ago I was roused from the computer by the doorbell ringing and peeked out to find them at the foot of the staircase, having trudged all the way down that very, very long block and back, squinting worriedly up at me and saying in sad wobbly voices, "Car? Car? Do we still have one?"

I suck.

Also, I think I used to be funnier.

This, too. Tom Scola, however, continues to be consistently the exact right amount of funny -- just not as often as the rest of us would like.

SINCE YOU'VE BEEN GONE!

I think I will fire this up on my iPod RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

My favorite, Angus, got no BRQG love yesterday-- and not from lack of my refreshing. There were people who got missed!

I was funnier when I was more aggro. Also I think before I started dating Bob.

Oh, and JenP, Tony used to have a soul patch. In other 24 commentary, TWoP said it best about one eye-rolly development:

Our hero and his bruised-up sidekick make a stand in a sporting goods store owned by a couple of those "good Arabs" that have been on back-order since Episode One. Seriously, those guys should have had violet eyes.

I'm watching the Kelly Clarkson video on launch so I can hear the song. I blame Jesse and bon bon.

Woo hoo!

THANKS TO YOU, NOW I GET, I GET WHAT I WANT!!!!!

this is a slippery slope for me. I have an urge to go home and get my BSB BK CDs at lunch. Then it'll be the Christina and the Bay City Rollers and before the end of the week I'll be wearing a ponytail on the side of my head.

Hee! DO IT DO IT!

Well leg warmers are, like, totally coming back into style.

(I wish that were a joke, I really do.)