It seems like the majority of bloggers are divided into two camps on The Huffington Post: Some have decided to dismiss it out of hand, and criticize the shit out of it. Though they won’t admit it, I think it comes down to petty, childish jealousy. Others just don’t care one way or another, and…
When I was in Vegas for the WPT Championship, my iBook completely crashed, and made me very unhappy. If you’d like, you can refer to the Audioblog or moblog entries, and relive all the excitement for yourself. When I got back from Vegas, I had a few e-mails from people who worked in various capacities…
Even though I felt like total crap (that’s better than a pile of ass but not as bad as complete and utter crap), the Midi-clorians that make me an actor took over just before showtime, and I had a great show last night. I had as much fun and felt as relaxed during and after…
I think I have 81 cubic feet of solid mucous in my head. When I blow my nose, it’s thick and dark yellow — that means I have an infection, right? Note: The preceding two sentences were awfully gross, and shouldn’t have been read by the squeamish. So I never got around to watching Star…
When I was a kid, and I or my brother or sister would get sick, our mom always dropped everything and took care of us. We’d usually spend a day or two on the couch, where mom would bring us all sorts of herbal teas, feed us massive amounts of vitamins, and let us watch…
