As I write this, I’m sitting on a Brooklyn-bound Q-train, somewhere underneath the expanse between between 34th Street and Union Square. I’ve had this laptop for over a month now, and I can tell that the insidious creeping of this computer into every aspect of my life is now utterly complete. I can work in…

Sorry, Pam. I loved your recaps. I loved the pecs. I loved the one episode I saw, that was reshot anyway. Sigh. Maybe I’m just in love with love.

Hi! I’m here! I’m here! Don’t start the blog without me! I promise I’ll just be in, just one more second, and I’ll be right… Sigh. Hi. Sorry. It’s been kind of a crazy few weeks. It’s not going to sound that exciting, but here’s where I’ve been: *Dealing with the reading of the show…

My Bachelor recap is up. This recap is for industry people only. The industry in question? The FUN STUFF Industry, of course.

Dreaming to the tune of a big hoedown. They’re gonna follow all their dreams a-right on down to Washingtown. This was just in Playbill. We’re not as famous as Pamie, people, but we’re trying. We’re trying real hard.

What is it, in these days of stress, that keeps me happy, friendly, and relaxed? Downright pleasant, as it were? Member-supported public folk radio. No, seriously. Come back here. There’s a college in New York that I’ve never been to called Fordham, and they have a radio station that I’ve never heard broadcast over proper…

But you will, after he self-whores the recent addition of his new Bachelor recap. You…are welcome. ps. My brother says hi, Pam. And Jeff.

Hi, Jeff!

Oh, for the LOVE!

Ever since Pamie taught me the wonders of the Ice Bats and then copped to hating watching sporting events on television because of the constant and unrelenting crowd noise, I have spared her most talk of baseball. Also, once I made her come to a Dodgers game with me, which rocked more because of the…