Felt good to put my name in that sentence, I’ll be honest.

Gonna get coffee, back in a Jiff.  And I’m not talking about peanut butter, which was taken off the shelves in several states due to a salmonella outbreak.

I’m like Yahoo, I give you news and personals.

BTW, blogging out to Rise Against.  My mind is in the pit moshing toward the Event Staff aka “Yellow Coats“.

If you read this right now, I’m gonna be at UCB in Hollywood tonight at 11pm after the Laker game, versus the Cavaliers from Cleveland.

You think I’m done? I just presented you James and Bryant. I’ve personally absorbed their energy. And speaking of passion, how about those NFC/AFC Championship Games we witnessed over the weekend? Wow, incredible violence and precision, like My Bloody Valentine 3-D.

How do people clap when they’re holding digital cameras? They can’t and that’s why the live experience at sporting events and concerts have been on the decline in recent years.

Trust me, I know. I go to Spring Training with pitchers and catchers and it’s dead out there! Every drill matters, every game of catch, each fielded ball. They need you to cheer and applaud, dammit.

People, I’m doing satirical sarcasm. Buy into it or click away. It’s totally your call. I’m willing to go at this internet thing alone.

Oh, yeah my apartment has water. It’s cold, that’s the only problem. Showing signs of life, I can sense lukewarm moisture tunneling through my Culligan shower head.

Here’s the deal… gonna eat supper and check faucet. More text on the horizon.

Bath was providing hot liquid, I did not take. But I had pasta, tuna and muffin with strawberry jelly.

Hey, it’s my buddy Mike Irvin and Kurt Warner who’s representing the Arizona Cardinals in the Super Bowl.

Then there’s this guy…

Gotta run, more later. Great night to be an American in America!

Enjoy THAT.