The logger to your blogger, I’ll take it from here, thanks. Oh! I know! Let’s have a Logger/Blogger Party! Heh! You come as a fiber optic cable that allows for the open transport of information in an electronic, online envionment! And I’llcome as a fabulous drug dealer! If there’s one rationale for the casting of…

Say what you will about the Valley (and I, for one, say, “This looks just like where I grew up, except that the streets are longer and there’s Paul Thomas Anderson filming his next eleven movies”), today I began my One-Man Sherman Oaks Do-It-Yourself Gentrification Project. Which means that when I move there, the stigma…

Dan: Stupid Daily Show rerun. Adam: I can hear it in the background. Dan: I know. I’m watching it anyway. Adam: Hmmm. Dan: I gotta go. I want to watch Futurama and go to bed. Adam: Futurama? Dan: I know. I’m becoming slowly addicted to Adult Swim. Adam (in a kidding, ironic tone): So, no…

I thought I worked out the Keith Olbermann/Ken Ober confusion in the entry. On the plane. At 8:01! But oh, the recap’s printing already. And I’m glad the Roswell recaps brought you happiness. If they were able to bring joy to one person, I would say I’ve done my job. On a larger scale, did…

I flew JetBlue (one word, two capitals, no waiting, no chaser) for the first time about four minutes after it was invented. Seriously. I was a passenger on the prototype of their first plane the first time it left the tarmac at the 1939 World’s Fair, and when the flight attendant announced pre-boarding for passengers…

It’s a story about me for a while, but then, suddenly, it’s a story about Pamie. I swear it. Saturday night. The Cyclones game at godforsaken Coney Island. Me, talking to my friend Paul’s girlfriend — my new favorite person on the planet — over our fourth plastic bottle of Bud and a meal made…

Pamela, that is insane. Not 12 hours ago I was telling that very story and recounted the fact that my celebrity stalker was Penn Jillette. Remember when we saw him? Yes, yes, of course you do, because of how you mentioned it before I did. But after I saw him in LA that time, I…

I’m not Dale.

I totally got a 71 on my state-wide standardized Biology final in 10th Grade. I remember this because it meant I didn’t have to take Biology again, because it meant I was GOOD enough not to. And after all that, you know what I totally think rules? Telephase. Since we’re sharing, this is my favorite…

And she said it a lot. Hi. Talk about having nothing to add on a topic. I was actually sitting here, wondering why I kept free-associating the notion of “boobies” with the idea of “rented cummerbunds” and the sense memory of “Goldschlagger concealed in Poland Spring bottles.” And then it hit me: I’ll take “Things…