My other brother Darrell, ex-Guv Blinky, and Bill Engvall. What a waste of hard drive space that panel was last night. At least Engvall isn’t a Climate Change denier, I’ll give him that (not that it would stop him from voting for Rick Perry). It wasn’t as bad as listening to John Fund or Grover Norquist, I guess, but still pretty lame. I was in such a hurry to delete it from my DVR, I forgot to see who’s gonna be on next week. Oh well – somebody will let me know, I’m sure.

I actually feel kinda bad for that Rapture predictor dude (can’t recall his name). I guess he’s admitted he was wrong and is now going into retirement. Since he was always wrong, it was rather comforting to know he was still out there predicting the end of the world, ‘cuz you knew that meant we were safe. But now that he says he was wrong, it might mean he’s actually right. But he can’t be right, ‘cuz he’s always wrong. But if he’s always wrong, he can’t be right, but….

At any rate, now that he’s retired, it shouldn’t be long before he croaks, what with that whole temporal compression thing.

Speaking of “retire and die,” it appears Andy Rooney is yet another example. So long, Andy. I hope, someday, to become a miserable old bastard, too (but you don’t see a lot of Irish guys make it into their 90s – maybe I’ve got enough Kraut in me to give it ago, though, based on family history, it doesn’t seem likely). I bet he used to take the train over from Colgate back when they were the big rival for Syracuse.

So, it’s Saturday, which means the weekend is just about over. There must be a shitload of things I ought to be doing, but my brain is too scrambled to think of them. Plus it’s still dark out. And I should probably get dressed first.

Oh, I know. I can make a list of all the clocks I need to set back tomorrow morning.