Well, back in DC, a week after I left, and, barring any catastrophes, no more trips back home until this shit is finally over with. Whoopie. At the risk of being called a baby, this sucks. Oh well, only 30 more days to go. That’s about 4 1/2 weeks, 4 more weekends, and 22 working days (not that I’m counting or anything).

I just don’t know what to say about the Marc Show. We waited so long for it, and suffered through the Clippers and every other goddamn thing, and we’d hoped for syndication, and now this.

I didn’t stay up to listen to Marc last night, of course, so I don’t know if there was any more news. I reckon I ought to go over to his blog and see what came up (unless somebody here would like to save me the trouble; I find the AAR blogs difficult to read for some reason – not enough smilies, I guess – and apparently if you go over there and deign to say that you don’t think Eddie Pepitone’s yelling schtick isn’t all that funny, you get accused of being an intolerant neocon or something).

I feel very bad about this shit. I feel bad for Marc and Jim, and everybody else involved with the show. Why do stupid people get to decide how things work? It jus aint right.

Anyhow, have a happy Thursday.