Inflation. The Arnold doc. A game of "ketchup" from last episode. Harvest. More like Mexi-CANT. I saw "Somewhere In Queens" so that you dont have to.

Self Discipline intervention this weekend, and on air therapy session. (Sorry) Guy Ritchie's The Covenant. Some shitty new show from BJ Novak.

"I don't know you well enough to meet you out for a drink," a new LA dating scourge. Jukebox zeroes, and karoke assholes. Hangover roullette and a Kurt Schlicter book signing/GOP event. Shitty steaks - a new Los Angeles restaurant scourge. Traffic events. Metallica tickets.

The Bureau acts against my Bobos. Everything Is Ruined - Hollywood movie sets edition. Friendly LA citizen encounters. A date with Oswald Cobblepot. Birthday shenanigans, and a birthday weekend in Las Vegas

One more note about two 389 stories (and some developments) Birthday plans for the big 44. More like Casa FAG-a. My friends' show at the Improv, my show at the Hollywood Comedy.

Comedy, April. Pantera™. Rogue car horn. Golds gets rid of their outdoor canvass and I'm here to tell you about it. The Der Vas Engel goes to work on my teeth. "Air," that new Ben Affleck movie. The "End Racism Tour" comedy show

I went to Florida for my shista's wedding. I drove 500 miles round trip from West Palm to Key West to give Nick DiPaolo a pilot I wrote for him. (Almost sounds romantic) Crunch Florida complaints/tribulations. The actual wedding. I watched Dark Knight and that Waco doc on Netflix and have thoughts on both. The flight home, and things of that nature.

Fat motorcycle cop. I got to hold a screenwriting Oscar, hopefully not for the last time. (LOL!!!!) Kale makes me ail. The Last Of Us had about 12 zombies total across 8 episodes; what they were actually afraid of were "heterosexual white couples." More like Perry GAY-son. Commissioner Gordon from that last Batman movie is worse than a video game character. This weekend I settled all family business, women-wise. But also..."pussy." The idea of and appreciation for pussy. (sorry)

"One person away," a rather pointless historical rumination to start the show, from a professional podcaster. Go fork yourself. I went to the dentist, you know the drill. Shitty cowboy hats on LA chicks. A shaky show Weds, and a lousy mic last night. (And the implications of such) Date 1 and Date 2. Moon landing conspiracy crisis.

Got thrown on a show Saturday night? How did it go? There's only one way to find out! (unfortunately) Rob jumps on a grenade for me. Sunday at Barneys, and The Steak Knife Challenge™. The Sopranos (surviving cast) are decrepit. Creed III review. My Tom Sizemore saga.