this week's sign that the apocalypse is upon us: click here. i might have to start an archive of these incidents, roughly translated "zero tolerance = zero brains."

my brother bobby said, "cue up the U2 its a beautiful day!" track. i couldn't put it any better myself. sony announces a big price cut on the price of playstation 2.

the expression that keeps sticking in my ears over the last 24 hours is "not so much". at the end of everything. "not so much". it has an almost seinfieldian quality. maybe it came from an episode i missed. but i keep hearing it from all sorts of different sources. if you haven't heard it yet you heard it yet, you officicially heard it here first.

now this is just sad. cissy houston, whitney's momma, needs to just take the whole family to the woodshed and rehab. they're becoming like the black version of the kennedys -- but only the bad parts.

ho hum, its getting hard to keep this updated in a timely fashion. let's see what's going on today in the big apple? pretty much a day only a duck could like. lots of rain, more on the way, big ol' puddles to splash your khakis. rainy, monday, and the 13th. i want to be back in bed right about now. more later. . .

wow, what a weekend. really started on thursday, a buddy j.p. was in town. so i spent the night w/him, sarah, and ben drinking and talking at old town bar to damn near 2 a.m. friday night saw the premiere of spiderman. great stuff. maybe the best comic book movie since superman ii, well let me think -- you know the x-men was not a bad piece of work either. but anyway it is worth every penny of your hard-earned $10. let the the countdown for star wars begin again. saturday drinks with sarah and julissa at the classic white house tavern, and sunday poker night with the boys. spring and good times are in the air.

gotta love theonion, i couldn't put it any better myself. re: the robert blake murder case: "This is the new O.J.! Except nobody gives a fuck, and there's a tiny sliver of a possibility that Blake didn't actually do it."