I am proud of the Cleveland Indians

So a lot has happened to me, and the world at large since last I blogged on here. I am now working for a new show called Friday Night with Greg Giraldo. It’ll premiere next Friday on Comedy Central. I am the writer’s assistant but I try to focus on the non ‘s assistant part.

I’m off to Madison for a weekend of reliving college glory and hopefully witnessing the Wisconsin Badgers defeat the Michigan Wolverines for the first time in roughly forever.

I saw a story a couple of days ago about Lions eating 20 villagers outside of Addis Ababa, Ethiopa. I feel badly and all for the victims but hello? Why did you guys move to frickin Addis Ababa Ethiopa? Especially if you think a Lion would be able to take you in a fight to the death. Again though, it sucks that all those villagers were eaten.

Last time I wrote that I would talk about my pedicure experience. Here’s an abridged version. It’s somewhat uncomfortable to have somebody crouching at your feet. But damn do they do a number on your puppies. For lack of a less racially stereotypical analogy the Asian woman tending to my toes filed my nails back and forth as if she was vigorously practicing violin. It was slightly disconcerting when she and the woman working next to her began speaking in a foreign tongue. I figured she was either saying: “This guy’s toejam smells like 17 year old vomit that’s been preserved in a time capsule that was just opened.” Or: “Perhaps college would have opened more doors for me. “
Regardless, my feet were softer than a down pillow covered with moss when all was said and done.

Have a weekend and a third.