I've got the iPod back,listening to My Morning Jacket on a breezy friday morning, planning  a Kitchen Sink Omlette.    No coffee. 

Been trying to google myself (There has to be a better way to say that), in anticipation of diminishing privacy.  "Googling myself" reminds me of Tobias in Arrested Development.   What a great show. I think I have a little crush on Portia.

So I guess we'll have some sort of viewing party on monday nights for the reality show?   Sitting around, watching myself on T.V. sounds like a perfectly miserable time, but I don't think I can run from it. (I may try though, no promises).

Why does everyone hate the sound of their own voice when it is played back for them?      I guess it isn't everybody, but most people. If you ever want to shut me up, just remind me what I sound like.

Update:

B-rad (Of B-Rad's Online Book Discussion fame) has tentatively agreed to letting us use his place on Monday Nights.   I wish Adrian and Kim could make it.