This is my second favorite Bonnie! Ms Hunt is wittingly funny and a joy to watch. But, alas, she's not quite as easy on the eyes as my Bonnie.....:) 

How do you really know?

With blogging becoming all the rage and much discussion of its impact of news gathering, editorializing, etc., it brings up a few questions.....very important questions.....

1) How do you know who is really typing this entry into this blog?

2) How do you know for sure the same person has typed every entry under the name on the blog that claims to be the author of the blog?

3) How do you know that every post I've ever written were fictitional?

4) If a blog fell down in the forest, and no one was there to hear it, would it still create a stir among the mainstream media?

Okay, question four's a bit of a stretch, but, think about it.....

The first three questions are incredibly important, and as I blog around and check out others creations, I wonder exactly how much can be taken for face value.

The great thing about blogs: I can tell my story for the whole world to hear. No better way ever created to stay in touch.

The thing about blogs to worry us: Where do we find proof of credibility, integrity, and accountability?

And, in closing, one final thought....putting all these thoughts and queries together, is blogging any different than anything else in life?

Stink. That's enough philosophy.....:)

3pm to 4pm on "24", and, Dr. Bonnie to the kitchen sink, STAT!

Time for some catching up before I head off to get a decent night's sleep (I hope)...

1) "24"---As mentioned in the last post, it was a bad hour for Edgar (I still have a hard time watching people lose their mom, even on TV shows....), but he makes the right decision (and the one mom would have him make) by working to save the world, or at least the large percentage about to get fried.

In the meantime, the actress who plays Dina Araz, Shohreh Aghdashloo, proves she can be as stone cold as any human, with that final line that, if her son cannot be saved, she would be more than happy to watch the nuclear plants meltdown. Her facial expression topped off the surprisingly cold, quiet, yet powerful ending.

Of course, cool Jack got in his suave line...."did you get that?"

Well, the Araz watch still stands, no one dead yet (at least from the list of two weeks ago, who knew we'd meet Dina's brother and say goodbye to him in, what, 25 minutes?) but I suspect one or more go in the 4pm hour.

Oh, and, attention all actors and actresses: If you see an opening for "bit part" in any future "24", be advised, your character will die. Just didn't want you to get your hopes up....

...and where's Chloe????

NOW..............MEDICAL CENTER..............(remember that ol' show??)

Bonnie stops by Patient First Tuesday morning after taking the kids to school. The line to see the doc is 14 deep. Too long to wait, she decides, comes home, boils some water, gets those tweezers sterilized, and voila!!! Goodbye 8 stitches.

Next week, she'll be opening her tonsilectomy shop and hopes to be performing organ transplants by late 2007.

I knew I married an incredible woman with an independent spirit, but, well, she just keeps topping herself. She's a looney nut! And I love her just like that. :)

Edgar! Edgar! Edgar!

He's been through a tough last hour, having to face the fact that his mom won't be surviving the nuclear meltdown near her home, while he's trying to save the rest of the country at CTU (I'd feel helpless, too), but he also was responsible for finding the right mole the hour before.

He's EDGAR STILES!!! He's 24's Computer Geek, and fans love him. Count me in. I like his character the most because, well, he just looks like a normal guy.

Go Edgar!!

Prosperity Theology Sucks.....

I have some entries backed up in queue to post, including the latest thoughts on "24", the 3pm hour, and my wife's foray into medical procedures....

...but tonight, I have to link to the church blog I manage for the church I pastor. A link on Christianitytoday.com sent me to an article in the Orlando Sentinel for yet another pastor living high on the hog at parishoner expense.

My editorial and links to the article are here.

Time To File Chapter Eleven....

I've joined I-Tunes!

The software came w/the new computer, and, now with 5.1 speakers, this is, well, a pretty incredible stereophonic experience. The week the family goes to the beach on spring break and I'm here alone just working, I'll need to be careful not to blow away the neighbors late at night listening to my jukebox with these woofers and tweeters.....:)

So, signing up w/my Paypal account, I got my first 5 songs free, and here's the eclectic mix I chose:

--Love of Another Kind/Amy Grant (Unguarded, 1985)
--Weekend In New England/Barry Manilow (1977)
--Harry Truman/Chicago (Chicago VIII, 1974)
--What's New?/Linda Ronstadt & Nelson Riddle Orchestra (1986)
--Gone Hollywood/Supertramp (Breakfast in America, 1979)

Yep, I know, pretty weird mix. Wait til I blow my first hundred on another 100 tunes. Trust me; it'll take awhile, 'cuz the more I spend, the more I have to work.

And I work too much now to begin with......

So, I'll keep you abreast of the latest downloads (that'll keep most of the US, Europe and Asia on the edge of their seats....) as it continues to reveal my most strange taste in music. But, hey, it's mine. So there! :)

Can't blog this, can't blog that.....

So much stuff going on in life right now, most of which is not bloggable.

You know, fellow bloggers, what that means. If you post it, someone will see it, and the rest is history. So, all those current issues which are grasping the bulk of my time right now shall remain nameless, faceless, and factless at this location.

Know though, that they are quite important, some very annoying, some continual, and a few quite possibly life changing.

Bonnie's hand is healing; one piece of glass came out by itself today, and we hope to say goodbye to her stitches Sunday afternoon.

Got our PTO membership money back from school. Gee, should we invest it in the PTA coming in? Let's check the leadership first. :)

Robbie goes to see his friend for awhile tomorrow, so Rachel and I are going to have "daddy/daughter" time. Sounds like it'll be a lunch date at Ponderosa. She wants to talk about baptism. Pretty cool!!!

Me? Gotta go BACK into work to catch up on those things I fell behind on today, and prep the next Revelation series sermon, and get ready for the annual business meeting Sunday night, which should be fun.

Ah, the rest......it must stay with me. At least for now.

:)

Catching Up....Looking Ahead....

I know, I know, I heard it from a co-worker today....

...."I looked for you on the blog last night...."

The ol' best laid plans of mice, men, and mannequins....

I end up in two meetings after church, get home late, and tired, take a nap, run Rachel to Awanas, then go to work and catch up on stuff during the first half, pick up Rachel from Awanas, get home during halftime and watch the second half from the couch, with no desire to get real analytical....

So, in review, are my favorite spots from last night:

Honorable Mention:

--Diet Pepsi: P Diddy's ride causes a new vehicle sensation.
--CareerBuilder.com: Who doesn't love the combination of monkeys and a whoopee cushion?
--Fed Ex: I didn't see this until this morning when a co-worker played it for me. Pretty good.
--Bud Light: USA Today's winner gets an HM, took early ad lead in pre-game show.
--Visa Check Card: ANYONE that gets UNDERDOG in a commercial gets props from me!!

Now the top 3:

3) Ameriquest: Mix a guy, dinner plans, a cat who won't listen, and spaghetti sauce, and what do you get? The missus lookin' at a Hitchock movie in her apartment!

2) Anheuser-Busch: How could you not be stirred by the troops coming through the airport? I heard a report on NBC News tonight where some are accusing them of "selling beer by using the troops". So, let me get this straight; no business in America can ever, ever say "Thank You" to the troops that keep us free so that they can freely run their business in the great land?? As Jack Bauer would say, "Shut up."

1) Ameriquest: "You're being robbed." When the clerk bashed the guy in the shoulder, I about died laughing. Easily the best hit in the Super Bowl since Terry Tate, Office Linebacker, clotheslined co-workers two years ago.

Congrats to the crew who created the Ameriquest spots----they ruled!

Now...............................

Oh, wait!

Give the Eagles credit for making it a game (I expected a blowout). It certainly really wasn't a "3 point game", though. And do the Eagles offense understand the meaning of the word urgency?? Four minutes left, down ten, take your time gettin' in the huddle guys.......

Well, Chuck Bednarik must be happy.....


We're now at 3pm on "24"....

A) Thank God for Edgar!!! Now, let's see Sarah sue CTU for all its worth, and a bag of chips. She's got a right to slap Erin right across the face.....but I suspect she's better than that, but we'll see.

B) When will Jack and Audrey lay eyes on each other again?

C) How long 'til Tony's "woman" is killed?

D) Still no answer to last week's trivia question, as all three Arazs are still alive and kicking (or bleeding if you're the wife...)

E) Ah, don't completely trust the Secretary of Defense's assistant, either. He couldn't figure out an AC Power line? Something's up......

F) Thank God again for Edgar!!!

Next week should be interesting. If Tony's hangin' out w/Jack (can't wait to hear Jack explain his appearance to Erin Driscoll), then Michelle can't be too far behind.

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Quote of the week:

Jen: And what if he (her boss at work) doesn't believe me?
Audrey: I can have him killed.
Jen: Knock yourself out!

So, How Many Trips Does It Take To Screw A Light Bulb In.....Your Hand......

So, I'm still at work Thursday evening, and multi-tasking by helping Robbie with homework over the phone.

Suddenly, there's an eruption of confusion on the other end of the line. Someone is hurt. Rachel? Couldn't be Mom......or could it?

Oh, she's hanging over the sink with blood coming out of her hand....okay. I hear her say to call Aunt Sharon across the street. I hang up, call Sharon from work, she comes over to aid Bonnie, then I tell them I'll meet them at Patient First.

What did she do? She took a blown light bulb out of, of all things, a lamp (who'd of thunk it?), and, when she turned around, she tripped and fell down...with the bulb in her left hand...and now, literally in her left hand.

So, eight stitches and a co-pay later, Bonnie returns home later. I had left Patient First with Bonnie in Sharon's care so I could get the kids dinner and put 'em to bed and relieve Sara, Sharon's daughter, and our emergency babysitter.

So, she did not work today, the pain meds are "fun"!, and she hopes to gut it through work tomorrow. Oh, and, conveniently, this knocks her out of helping her mom and grandma move to their new digs in Ashland this weekend.

No, don't think it. No way someone would be this disgusting to plan something with a light bulb to get out of a little lifting......

Meanwhile, back at the ranch:

--I've thought lots about Mama the past few days....and cried a lot, too. It just comes and goes, as any of you who have grieved can understand.

--I'm getting used to the new refrigerator....oh, I didn't tell you? We had to buy one; the first "side-by-side" with ice maker I've ever owned. Still getting used to the door positions.....

--High kudos to Dave Letterman for the classy way he honored Johnny Monday night; I just wished I could have stayed up to see Doc and Tommy play again. Best Johnny clip on the show: on the phone w/Dave November, 1993.

Dave: "How's the weather out there, Johnny?"

Johnny: "It's great! The mudslides are putting out the wildfires!"

--In a stunning development (ooh, I hate it when my tongue sticks to my cheek), the Greenwood "community" (term loosely used) has voted to try a PTA instead of a PTO. I have stayed above the fray in all this, and God has said to me it's no time to yak now. God's so cool. Sometimes, he's like the big brother who comes in and scares the crap out of the bully, who was a scaredy-cat to begin with.....

--I personally congratulate the NHL and its players for rendering themselves irrelevant.

That is all. OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SUNDAY: I'M BLOGGING THE SUPER BOWL.....but not really for the game (I could care less for either team); my focus will be on the commercials! Join me for my reaction, then share your comments.

Oh, and for what it's worth: New England 34, Philadelphia 13

Bring back Chloe! Bring back Chloe! 

Welcome back, Tony!!!

Just in the nick of time, too, I might add.

Now, how did Tony know to be there, and how can Jack help the man who is wanted by his own country?

How does young Master Araz get his mom medical care and stay out of his dad's lair?

Erin is really starting to have a focus problem, and understandably so. How long can she really be in control of the situation? When does Heller just take over?

And, most importantly, if Tony's back, Michelle CANNOT be far behind, but when??

Now, today's guess: Which Araz family member dies first?

A) The father
B) The mother
C) The son
D) A combination of any two above
E) All of them
F) None of them

It's 2:00. Do you know where your nuclear reactor is?

A word of thanks and credit......

.....BigBrainBoy gets credit for having connections to get the below still shot of classic journalism from CNN. The ticker is about as fair and balanced as it can get.

As it approaches its 25th anniversary this summer, CNN goes to great lengths to remind people it is the network of record when it comes to news coverage. Just in case you were confused as to the condition of the world's most wanted man, CNN is here to make sure you're well informed.  

Here's one Orioles fan.......

.....who is NOT happy with the supposed "blockbuster" deal. I have always liked and respected Ray Miller, who has faithfully served as pitching coach for the O's during, what, 22 different managerial reigns?

He's quoted as basically saying, "You get me eight runs a game, and I'll figure out the rest." I'm sorry, Ray, I've seen the pitching roster. Our ace is Sidney Ponson....for the 2nd straight year! Thank goodness we picked up a couple of decent middle relievers (they should hope they'll get paid by the hour on the mound....)

Sammy Sosa won't hit 50 home runs total in his entire time in Baltimore, no matter how long it may be. He's 36, he's 26 away from 600 HR's, then what's next? He knows he's coming to a team with absolutely no chance of winning the World Series, now and for the forseeable future (i.e.--until Angelos sells!!), and he loafed on the Cubs last year, just a year after being so close to the Fall Classic.

Unless Rafael, Javy and Miguel can keep him in line, I'm expecting this to be the colossal failure of the Orioles this decade, as Albert Belle was in the 1990's. There were none in the 70's; in the 80s the failure came when we brought back Earl Weaver. Unfortunately, we couldn't shave five years off the age of our 1986 lineup. And let's not even talk about 1988....

For my money, my three all-time favorite Oriole teams (that I can remember, so 1966 and 1970 don't count) are 1) 1983 (of course), 2) 1979, and 3) 1989. And let it be said the 1989 team had more grit and guts than few teams I've ever seen. They should have never been close to winning a division in the final week of the season, yet, there they were.

I've been an Oriole fan since I started listening to Chuck Thompson and Bill O'Donnell in the early 1970's when WFLS in Fredericksburg, Virginia was a radio affiliate. I named my cat Al Bumbry. I suffered through the A's and Yankees years, reveled in 1979, was stunned to lose a 3-1 lead at home, and, would you believe it, actually missed the final out of the '83 Series (I was working at my first job at the time every Sunday afternoon, and game 5 was on a Sunday, back when the games weren't all played at night).

I could go on and on and on about my favorite players, so let me just come up with a dream lineup and bench...and pitching staff. (When I compare this pitching staff to 2005's, it will be dreaming!)

Manager: Earl Weaver (of course)
Pitching Coach: Ray Miller
1st Base Coach: Billy Miller
3rd Base Coach: Cal Ripken, Sr.
Bench Coach: Johnny Oates

1st Base: Eddie Murray, Boog Powell
2nd Base: Rich Dauer, Bobby Grich
Shortstop: Cal Ripken, Jr, Mark Belanger (sorry, Miguel, not yet)
3rd Base: Brooks Robinson, Doug DeCinces

Catcher: Rick Dempsey, Elrod Hendricks

Outfield: Frank Robinson, Ken Singleton, Al Bumbry, Brady Anderson, Paul Blair, John Lowenstein, Gary Roenicke

Starting Rotation: Jim Palmer, Dave McNally, Mike Cuellar, Mike Flanagan, Mike Mussina

In the Pen: Scott McGregor, Eddie Watt, Tippy Martinez, Milt Pappas, Hoyt Wilhelm, Tim Stoddard, Gregg Olson

Designated Hitters: Rafael Palmeiro and Lee May

There are other "great" Orioles (I define that by saying they played well in the Orioles team concept, though they may not be in the Top 100 all-time in any MLB stats), like Merv Rettenmund, Terry Crowley, Sammy Stewart, Mickey Tettleton, Mike Boddicker, Ross Grimsley, and today's Melvin Mora.

Yeah, I know our outfield isn't "Mantle, Ruth, and DiMaggio", but I'm certainly proud to be an Oriole fan!! :)

Sammy Sosa, though?

I don't see him making this lineup anytime soon.


OH----and another thing.....

Just thinking......

When we were battling the last time for the pennant, 1997, if we had NOT traded Curt Schilling and Steve Finley away in the late 80s, (remember Glenn Davis??), how many of you think Florida would have faced us, rather than the Indians? Mussina needed one more arm to help; Schilling would have been perfect.....oh well.

Hey, look everybody, it's the second coming of Albert Belle!!! 

Just time enough to say............

1) I went to the doctor; the wrist is fine, the knee has a scrape. Though I'm honestly appreciative of everyone's concern, I'm also glad the answers are given and this issue can be put to rest.

2) I come home at midnight; my wife's recording Bond on the computer. I learned tonight, don't surf the 'Net while that's happening. I broke up the signal. I hope to blog again sometime in May once my broken hands heal.

3) I'm invited to a "tea party" with my daughter tomorrow...ah....later today at school. That's why I worked 'til midnight; so I could take a two hour lunch on a Friday.

Now, to go take a nap before it's time for another day of uncertainty. This week cannot end soon enough.

I Came, I Slipped, I Fell.....and "24" in review, too

First, the good stuff: last night's "24":

The first ten minutes of the show were breathtaking. Suspend your realism and, yes, you can see Jack taking on 16 terrorists, slipping a knife to his lady, and rescuing the Secretary of Defense, who doesn't believe his son either, by the way.

Oh, dear, welcome Paul, the still husband of Audrey Raines, who wants to start afresh and anew, while Audrey, well, can't stop thinking about the man who saved her life.

AND I TOLD YOU MARIANNE WAS A MOLE!!!! But to whom was she speaking to at 12:59pm?

So, next week, let's see....104 Nuclear Plants on the wall, 104 Nuclear Plants....
save one now, take it down now, 103 Nuclear Plants on the wall......

Does Behrooz come back to take revenge on mom and dad with A) the big gun, or B) the more primitive swinging shovel?

When does Jack demand Erin bring back Chloe?

When is Michelle showing up?

Oh, and (SPOILER HERE!!!)---12 more hours 'til President Palmer re-emerges from his book tour!

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Now, on to our other top story:

I've been ultra careful during our first bout with snow/ice this winter while I walk, mindful of this being my first winter with a permanently damaged shoulder. The idea of hitting it on, say, concrete or a hard sheet of ice, causing the bone to expose itself is not my way of spending a sunny winter morning.

So, I'm walking carefully into the office through the parking lot this morning, and, you guessed it! Chuck Taylor, meet small sliver of ice.....just enough to send Mr. Witham tumbling and into a frightened state of deja vu all over again.

Nope, couldn't regain the footing, and, eventually, I go down, on my right side, exclaiming, I think, either "Oh God", or "Oh No". Take your pick, either is sufficient for the moment.

All thoughts are on the shoulder. Two seconds evaluation determines it did not take a direct hit, though the right side sure did. The hands did help break the fall this time (as opposed to last June), and they showed it. Burning bad from asphalt rub. The right knee took a shot, although I didn't realize its bleeding capacity 'til about 30 minutes later....

Those pains began to subside, and....the real pain started to commence. Something's wrong with my right wrist. Not sure if it's a bone chip, just a sprain, or maybe a hairline fracture.

No less than 437 people ordered me to go to the Patient First/Doctor/Orthopedic of my choice. I'm simply not ready to do that yet. After ten weeks in a sling, I want to make sure it's something worth going to an orthopedic about. Call me bullheaded (everybody else did today, too.....)

My wife was ready to bust up my other knee for good measure.

So, I visit HR for Workmens Comp forms in the AM, and, well, trust God to overlook my stubborness and heal the wrist in spite of me (hey, at least I'm being honest before God, okay??) :)

I love winter. I HATE ice.

So, other than falling down AGAIN, hurting two hands, a wrist, an elbow and a knee, having barbeque sauce spill inside my carrier (and on some CD's!!!---I had meatballs in a container to take in for brunch), hack off a bunch of concerned people, and, oh, I was supposed to partake in a luncheon for staff today, with only one problem: no one told me. So, I spent lunch hour listening to 70s hits on Live 365!

Oh, and then there's the PTO/PTA mess at school. It's not worth wasting good keystrokes on.

So, needless to say, when the clock strikes midnight, I will be VERY glad this "24" is over (the day, not the show.....)

I bid you a very heartfelt good night......

May 22, 1992. I'll never forget it. I was about to turn 25, and our son hadn't even turned one month old. And one of my childhood icons was taking his final bow. In the age of running a newspaper route, I rarely saw Johnny Carson in his final years on TV, but I made darn sure I saw him on this night.

Johnny played a part in the first time I ever realized that I was "aging". I know, some of you will laugh, but, within 60 days of each other, my son was born, one of my childhood idols retired, the newspaper I grew up with folded, and I turned 25. I remember the day after Johnny's last show being in a funk all day long, for the first time in life honestly contemplating mortality.

The past several months, several events in my life have led me to wonder if I was in the midst of my version of the "mid-life crisis". I have no idea, but I will say this: January 23, 2005 will go down as one of the sadder days of my life.

As I got along in my teenage years, I, like all other American kids, followed stars, but I had few "idols". I had lots of favorite music groups and singers, but I didn't aspire to be that. I wanted to be in radio, so listening to an Alden Aaroe on WRVA was much more inspiring to me than watching, say, Robert Redford act. Thus, watching witty performers on television caught my eye, too, because, I can remember at the age of 5 hosting my own game show at home using a simple deck of cards.....thinking one day I could do it for real.

So, in a sense, I can taste just a bit of appreciation for Johnny Carson's upbringing, in a simple town nowhere near the limelight, emulating those who did what you truly, and only, wanted to do.

I also profoundly respect his uncanny ability to keep his private personna private. I have somewhat of a similar knack for that. When "on stage" preaching or hosting a concert, or emceeing a show, things which I've done countless times, I'm in my "element", and I get lost in the amount of people that may be there. Yet, put me at a dinner party or church social with 30 people in a small banquet room, and I guarantee you I'm the most uncomfortable person there, and the one who wants to find the door earliest, and the most.

Over the years I was on Christian radio here in Richmond, when, say, the cashier at Ukrops recognized my voice, I would feel a sense of gratitude, and many times a feeling of "wow, that's cool, they knew my voice!". Mostly, though, when they invariably said "you sound just like you do on the radio", I would answer, "Well, I only have one voice, that's all I've got." The "you sound just like you do on the radio" part, though, would qualify for me to be the ultimate compliment; because for me it was important to be constant, on-mic, and off-mic. Honestly, the recognition of being "the guy on the radio", many times, made me uncomfortable.

Does it mean you share or expose everything about you? Heavens, no. I, at my heart, am an introvert, and enjoy my time alone or in private with family. But I can also sit behind a mic in a radio studio and talk live with thousands of people and really not blink an eye thinking about it.

But, in the end, I have learned that you can and should be real in public and in private, consistently real. But, at the same time, you don't to have to bare all to do that. For example, being consistent in wearing deodorant daily doesn't mean I go up to co-workers, stick my armpit in their face and exclaim, "Check out the fresh scent!" to prove I, in private, used deodorant.

Johnny Carson, in the public eye of the 20th century, embodied that balancing act like no one else ever could even try.

Just last night, Bonnie and I were talking along the lines of being who you are everywhere you go, because, for one thing, you don't have to spend lots of time remembering which story you told what person, and what lies you'll need to cover up with others, etc, etc. When you're real, and honest, you never have to worry about those things. On The History Channel the other night during their "Presidents" mini-series, they quoted Presidential adviser David Gergen discussing President Ford's thoughts about President Nixon's "enemies list". He said, Ford said, "A man who has to keep a list of his enemies has too many."

When you're consistent in the presentation of your life, you don't have to remember what version of what story you told what person.....and you tend not to have much of an enemies list, either....except, ironically, in the case of some people who pass through your life whom insist on being on your enemies list, whether you have such a list or not. In other words, it doesn't matter what you say or do, they don't like you (or even out and out hate you), and there's nothing you can do about it. When it comes to that, though, I'm thankful I'm free not to worry about bitterness eating at my heart, the other party has that burden to bear.

One thing I am sorry about for Johnny's sake was that he apparently carried multiple grudges, and went many years not speaking to people. That's not judgment nor criticism, because I've gone years not speaking to members of my own FAMILY, for heaven's sake. I just hope he let any bitterness go before he left us.

I remember many "stars" I pretended to be and/or wanted to be like, in my young days, but very few I wanted to be like in my teenage years as I headed closer to adulthood. One of the very few, though, was Johnny Carson.

I've missed him since he left in 1992, I am enthralled by the fact that he never tried the obligatory "comeback"; he left on top, then went on to enjoy his private life....privately. I can dig that.

I pray he has made peace with God, because I'd love to meet him in Heaven one day, and I can only imagine the crowds at his mansion when it's time for a monologue.

I probably mentioned this on an earlier post, but it bears repeating: out of the countless thousands of people who were ever in the audience for The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, I'm honored to say I was one of them. June 16, 1983, on my first and only (so far) trip to Southern California. We had tickets, thanks to my brother-in-law, to see Carson, so it was David, me, and my Dad, in line about 90 minutes to make sure we'd get in. Robin Williams was the main guest that night. It was unbelievable.

Even cooler, being they taped the show at 5:30 Pacific Time, it still aired on the West Coast at 11:30, after late local news. So, I proceeded to go back to my sister's house where we were staying, stay up, and watch the show I attended on TV. How surreal was that.....

Thanks, Johnny, for being a part, and mirror of sorts, of who I am today.

And I bid you a very heartfelt good night.

FYI: AOL IM (were there any words used there?)

By the way, I've just installed AOL Instant Messenger 5.9 to my new, now kinda working, computer.

So, the blue67wrva moniker is back up and running. Now, I only have it on when I'm at the computer, so if you don't get me there, come leave me a message on my latest post.

Just trying to stay in touch as best I can, especially since I'm horrible at returning phone calls! :)

These are a few of my favorite things......

....I can't stand that song.

Anyway, very random thoughts as I decompress from a very, very hectic week (but not nearly as hectic and stressful as it was for my three cubicle-mates at work.)

At some point I need to do the usual: as is found on other blogs, I answer my own questions and give you the obligatory lists of favorite this and that, what annoys me, why my lips are always chapped, etc. I don't see myself doing one huge post like that (although I've proven myself wrong on many an occasion), but I'll throw them out here and there, kinda like the Minute Rice thrown at the end of the first Britney Spears wedding....(joke courtesy of David Letterman, maybe originated by Johnny Carson...who knows!)

Speaking of which, boy do I miss Johnny! He was and is THE king of late night. I'm very glad to see Letterman pay tribute to him in using "Stump the Band" featuring a Paul Shaffer "Carnac" impression at the start. We cannot forget the comedic magic that was Johnny, Ed, Doc, and, don't forget Tommy Newsom! Letterman is really on a roll right now, the best I've seen him since the first few years of "Late Night".

Oh, and by the way, do YOU remember "The David Letterman Show", daytime on NBC in 1980? Didn't last long.....but I watched it!!

So:

Favorite Late Night Show: The Late Show with David Letterman
Favorite Late Night Host: Johnny Carson
Little Know Fact: I was in the Tonight Show audience in June 1983 for a taping. Johnny was there that night, and his guest was Robin Williams. Needless to say, it was hilarious (and funnier during the commercial breaks!)
Favorite Late Night Show Few Remember and Ended All Too Soon: NBC News Overnight--Lloyd Dobbins and Linda Ellerbee were a wonderful team, sitting by their typewriters, presenting the news in a way Keith Olbermann only wishes he could do.
What a show.

Well, third storm comin'? Ice? Snow? I'm thinkin' rain....really, I think the "storm" being talked about all week will turn out being a clunker.

We'll see......:)

And, as Linda would say, "...and so it goes."