WhatEV. My DVR remote still hasn't come and so I haven't been able to watch anything I've recorded for, like, five days.

Now I know what the invasion of the Mongol Hordes must have felt like.

OMG bon, now you know real suffering. I'm so sorry. {{{bon bon}}}

And may I quote the master herself: "I WISH I had some root and a husband."

I'm reading a book about Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr's duel. And wondering how I could get Tim to do a treatment for a short series. It would rock.

There's sex! And money! And political scandal!

It's put today's politicians completely into perspective for me. At least these guys were building the country instead of destroying it. While shooting at each other.

I'm reading a book about Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr's duel.

Remember that milk commercial? "Awrn Buuuh! Awrn Buuuh!"

bon!!! You've got to get Bob on Queer Eye!!

Which one is bob supposed to be?!

I'm reading a book about Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr's duel. And wondering how I could get Tim to do a treatment for a short series. It would rock.

There's sex! And money! And political scandal!

This is what I was trying to tell him in Minearverse. He's reading a Hamilton biography (or was, I imagine he's done by now, unless beagles are even more like children than I'd imagined). I say tell him to pitch it to FOX for a Friday evening series, with a seven year arc, and maybe they'll let him make the 13 episodes.

I wonder if Time Warner would send me a new remote. Owen's been hard at work picking off pieces of ours and it's not working as well as it used to.

The kids broke our TiVo remote--they were always dropping on the hardwood floor. So we ordered two new ones. The first day out of the box, they dropped the new one I don't know how many times. It works, but not well. The second new one is still in reserve. We're not even telling them that we have it.

Remember that milk commercial? "Awrn Buuuh! Awrn Buuuh!"

That still makes me laugh remembering it.

Which one is bob supposed to be?!

Who cares!! He's supposed to be the one that gets all the free shit.

Jesse: you make an excellent point.

And since I'm moving, I'll probably need free shit.

See, perfect?

Crap. I just applied for a big fat fancy job that I probably have no chance of getting, but I'm still all nauseated now convinced I left something vital out of my resume or had a big typo in my cover letter.

Beware of Jesse cause she'll randomly sign you up for a makeover show against your will.

Also, I got tickets to see an Ellen taping!