Monkey, my monkey.

If you give an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters, they say, those monkeys will churn out something great, like Shakespeare.
If you give 50,000 monkeys at 50,000 typewriters enough time, they won’t get anything done, because they’ll be too busy reading WWdN!
But!
I have read at Fark, (and gotten about 600 e-mails about) what happens when you put 6 monkeys at one computer. (Hint: they put about as much effort into creating something great as the people behind “The Bachelor.”)
So I watched the ABC show last night. At first, when they announced, “Coming up next . . . your favorite stars from Reality TV and CHARO!” I thought that I was totally screwed.
I mean, I’m not exactly “A” list . . . or “B” list . . . or, really, on the list at all right now.
But I can claw my way back, if I want to, you know? When I saw that . . . well, let’s just say my stomach tightened and my palms began to sweat. The “has-been” voice screamed in my head, as it so often does.
When the segment came on, though, I was really pleased. I thought I photographed well (you totally have to stare to see my awesome double chin) and I thought I came off very well.
Though I wondered if “I’ve written a book,” has become the 2000 equivlent of the 1970s “I’m in a band.”
Heh.
Guess who got confirmation of his Trogdor shirt shipping today?
Oh yeah!
Have a great weekend, everybody.