Monday, May 23, 2011


I am too tall. Screw having my own sitcom on the air or winning the lottery--my ultimate dream is to be able to wash my hair without hitting my skull on the shower head.

Thursday, May 5, 2011


I'm not going to get into all the craziness of this dream I had last night, but just comment on a highlight. In the dream, I was a cop and discovered that my sister had been arrested. I can't remember what for, but one of the reasons she was hauled in was for watching Glee. Watching Glee wasn't a crime, per se, but a suspicious activity that could, say, warrant the issuing of, well, a warrant to search someone's apartment or something. This is very strange, in no small part because I'm 90% sure my sister doesn't watch Glee.
In summing up, I wish I had some kind of affirmative message to leave you with. I don't. Would you take two negative messages?
-- Woody Allen