Apparently, the past few months I've been working within spitting distance from John Goodman's new home. I'm not saying I'd have decided to stay at my old job if I had known that previously. I'm not really saying anything. Except I am now an addict of "the Real Estalker" blog.
If you admire me a little less, I'll understand. But I'm also wearing commandeered Tweety socks right now, so I think that more than makes up for my enjoyment of stupid blogs.