A description of my post.

A description of my post.

Flight of the Conchords new season starts on January 18. That gives you two whole months to subscribe to HBO if you don't have it already.

I've got nothing to blog about. I've done nothing out of the ordinary, had no interesting bowel movements, have no unusual hair growing out of unusual places. We've had no unusual weather; there's nothing worth mentioning in local sports. Anyway, here's a glimpse into my life the last couple of weeks.

Jamarcus Russell did some very poor quarterbacking this week.

One day early last week, I was listening to a radio show out of Washington DC on an internet stream. Somehow, it came up that one of the hosts hasn't french kissed his wife in a decade. A younger, unmarried producer in the studio found that hard to believe, and they argued a bit about whether that was typical.

A couple days after Baton Rouge announced that the first pass of Hurricane Gustav debris pick up had been completed, I took this picture. We've been a pretty patient town. It's been six weeks, and I don't hear much bitching about all of the limbs that still line our street.

A couple of keepers from the mailbag. First, from a political email thread in September. But read to the end, it's a good one there.

I don't even know how long it's been since I typed up one of these. I have a lot of ground to cover, and a lot of ground I won't get to, as I'm in the middle of an ultra-busy two weeks. After next week, I'll get back to one or two blogs a week, a regular photo of the day, and a link of the week update every week. But for this week and next, you'll just have to settle for what I can puke out, a minute here and a minute there.

I have a challenge that you cannot possibly achieve.

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