Thanks, guys
To everyone who's had to put up with the incredibly sulky version of myself on display this week, I tip my pink pillbox hat to you. I don't know why V-Day is really frosting my cookies this year, but it is. I promise I'll return to the normal, cynical, hilaaaaaaarious idiot you know and love on Sunday at 12 midnight. Of course, I'll also be busy watching Death Cab on Subterranean and hope that Jim Shearer doesn't make a complete tool of himself. That hope is in vain, I know it already. He'll begin by asking them where they got such a silly name and then whether or not they dig Nirvana. I'm consistenly embarrassed for that guy. You know who'd be better hosting that interview? That's RIGHT--Charles Nelson Riley! Oooh, it's going to be a long, long day.