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"I asked for a pound of hashish on my birthday and all I got was this lousy blog post!"

(that's what my t-shirt says)

(not really -- I'm just creatively bankrupt and this is the first thing that made me laugh)

Oh blog... remember when I used to treat you like a queen? Always being updated and loved on. Like a real person, except you don't sass your mouth at me and force me to smack it.

The continuing writers strike is taking its toll on me. This is the WORST time to be unemployed and tethered to my couch. HOW MUCH LONGER CAN I SUFFER 'DEAL OR NO DEAL' EPISODES THAT LAST TWO HOURS?!? Sometimes I watch Daily Show re-runs and pretend that it actually is August 8th. It's a difficult state-of-mind to maintain. Makes my head throb.

In other news, Jon & I recently found a VHS tape of an old Upright Citizens Brigade marathon from 2000. Season 3 kicks Season 2's ass any day. Especially those days when the only new thing on TV is a Rodney Carrington comedy special. Are you familiar with this Rodney Carrington fellow? No? You're lucky. He wears a cowboy hat and sings a song called "Titties and Beer" -- AND HE MEANS IT!!!

Time to eat a birthday breakfast of champions (aka Cashew Cookie Larabar)