What's my mood now?

Time! Time! Time!
How do I feel now?

as Stan the Man would say: 'Nuff said. Those in the know know the deal. Those not in the know will know more in October. (This isn't amazingly good "Mike got published" news, nor does it involve pregnancy or any other typical big good news, but it's good news nonetheless. You'll see).

I'm also feeling a little bit:

and a whole lot of:

But those are stories for another day.

PS: I forgot to mention the 3-0 Steeler Sacking BENGALS! Is this great or what?

Short stories and more...coming soon...

I've been a little slack with the blog lately, but only because I'm up to incredibly big things(tm) that you'll hear about soon. Give me until Monday.
In the meantime, here's a response from Keith Olbermann to President Bush's 9/11 commemorative speech/political rally:
Keith Olbermann...
(you can see it on Crooksandliars.com if the link isn't working).
I thought Keith's finest work was on SportsCenter, and it always puzzled me when I heard he was moving into "serious" journalism. But, man oh man, Keith is a powerhouse anchor from days of yore. He consistently hits 'em out of the park, stays on the issues, avoids slipping into Michael Moore-style hyperbole, and best of all, goads Bill O'Reilly to no end.

Lots o' news

I'm back from visiting friends and family in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I have a lot to blog about, including my introduction to fried pickles and peanut butter (a pregnant Jenny suggested it, totally uninfluenced, she said, by her pregnancy). I liked them a lot. And I'm not pregnant. So there you go. It was a whirlwind tour from Cheyenne to South Dakota and back again with many adventures along the way. But before I detail all of these adventures, I have to discuss the event that completely ruined my trip.

Sunday night, while digging through some things to bring back to LA from storage, I came across my old Crocodile Hunter action figure. Aleks and I had fun pushing the button to make him say "What a rippa!" and "Crikey!". I woke up Monday morning to some really really lousy news.
Steve Irwin, one of my heroes (laugh if you want), was killed by a stingray off the coast of Australia. I know many feel he was always asking for trouble with his unconventional nature around animals. I feel he was doing his part to make animals interesting and dynamic for a youth culture weaned on MTV with no attention span whatsoever. I love animals, and I know Steve did too. I only hope Terri and the kids are okay. Steve was a man who lived for every minute, a man of passion and sheer joy. I for one will deeply miss his presence.