I try to remind everyone that Halloween is not actually a form of devil worship (while dusting off some very old stand-up material).  Also, and it may sound like a symantic arguement to you, but just because I can’t find something doesn’t mean it’s “lost.”  And, how exactly am I supposed to handle it when someone is telling me something as if it’s the first time for the hundredth time?  Is there protocal for that?

I also talk about my mother, and my grandfather, the a-hole.

(Hard drive trouble left me without the regular theme song. Forgive me for the nostalgia)