Between the horrors in Haiti, the endless bloodshed in the Middle East, and the cold, social civil war in this country manifesting itself through things like Team Conan and Team Leno, doing a daily blog about me and my silly life feels rodential.
The computer says I made that word up.
What I mean is:
Sometimes I feel like a dopey rodent with a tiny keyboard writing about how enormous cheese is to me.
So perspective and context and shit.
On the way to the Rush rehearsal I saw this sad, cold, dirty stable in the city.
Life is good.
I could be that horse.
Or that earthquake victim or suicide bombing victim.
Or that Team Leno member.