Also, I am doing a seminar in Panama City Beach on comedy, humour, and health in a couple of weeks. I'll get more details and pass them along if you should be in the neighborhood. Irony: I got booked for it the day of TGB's surgery.
The guy who played the cop Roscoe P. Coletrain on Dukes of Hazzard died. I saw him in other things, but he was always Roscoe P. Coletrain.
Seriously, too many messages this morning fucked up my brain and I am empty. Normally I can vomit something out of a keyboard that is at least mildy amusing to me first thing in the morning.
|The opposite side of my ocean view at my desk|
Don't even read this. This was just wasted space.