Um, yeah - so I just got back from NYC. I was there for all of 4 hours and 15 minutes. No, really. Four hours and fifteen minutes... I didn't even have time turn my phone back on until I was en route back to the airport.

I don't know what it is about being in the back of a big black town car (a BBTC) that makes one feel so coddled and safe while tearing thru the streets of Manhattan at autobahn speeds trying to get from midtown to LaGuardia Airport in less than 30 minutes... Maybe it's the driver quietly uttering, what I believed to be, Yiddish curse words and listening to Hannity's radio talk show (shudder) while yeilding to no car, women, man or child. Hmmm, or perhaps it was the fact that there was so leg room in the back of that land boat that I could literally stretch my legs almost all the way out.

Anyway, I'm back - and just woke up and decided that I'd brew myself a hot cup o' java with some hazelnut creamer. It's getting cold here in Knoxville... I love it.

I just put the wrong empha'sis on the wrong sylla'ble by saying Coca'-Cola'.

Yes...I'm having fits of post-lunch-sleep-coma hallucinations (PLuSC for all you acronym lovin' fools).

A couple of nights ago, I decided that I would dedicated three hours of my evening and complete Disc 2 of Arrested Development, season 2.

This show is 100% pure genius.

By the way, does anyone want to see the new movie "Jarhead" as much as I do? I've never seen a better fitting for a Kanye West song than in the preview for that movie. If you haven't seen in, catch it by clicking here.

Ha, gotcha.*

But I did take this snapshot of the tie I wore last Sunday. Just so you know, and not that you care, sometimes I get lazy about putting up my clothes and just let the chair in my bedroom become sort of a quasi-closet... of sorts. As, um, evidence by this picture ----->

Some guys have door knobs. Some guys just use the floor. Me? I use a chair.

* I'm fully aware of the un-funniness of this comment.