RECHARG'D

Between working late nights (read: going in to the studio at 11pm and editing until 5:30a) and then getting up for regularly-scheduled work (read: 8am), the last week or so been a hellaciously bad week or so for what physicians might call a "good night's rest" so last night I took the initiative to catch up on sleep, as impossible as They (They="Science") say that is.

In short, I went to bed at 530pm and got up at 730am and it was amazing. Despite the horrifically graphic, Rambo-inspired (don't ask me why) dreams there might've have been, I woke up refreshed and totally reset. I do slightly regret not getting up a bit earlier in the dregs of the morning to grab breakfast at my favorite 24-hour joint.

Thank you, my ursine brothers, for the brilliant idea.

Hello, Vinnie. It's your Uncle Bingo...

...Time to pay the check!

What I still demand to know is who is this Lady GaGa, where'd she come from, why does anyone care, and why did she look to Nicholson's Joker for make-up advice?

R.I.P. Gramma Kinyon

Well, Grams... you had a great run. Pushing nine decades and I don't think you slowed down a bit, legally-blinding cataracts and other ailments be damned. Sure, your birthday and Christmas gifts were always targeted for an age group that was probably 15 years younger than my mine, but if you never stopped seeing me as the wide-eyed, sweet, naive and impressionable young lad that I was (alright, at least less naive), that's perfectly OK by me.

Alright, hope Heaven's nice up there. I'm sure you're already dancing and having a good time up there, watching Grampa carve ducks and debone/scale fish.

Love,
Jimmy

I WANNA DIP MY BALLS IN IT!!!

Yesterday, I received a very personal mass email message from David Wain informing me that a dream of mine was finally coming true... a full series release of The State, which has only been in the making for years now, is going to be released. Oh, yes, we'd been teased before with the notion, but there's an actual date and not just some seasonal forecast:

July 14th, 2009

On said date -- Do not call. Do not text. Do not write. I will be thoroughly unavailable this Bastille Day, liberating a copy of this dvd set from the nearest Borders and relaxing with it and $240 worth of pudding. There might've been a little squeal as "Boys and Girls – Action" kicked during the accompanying video.