Is the world ready for carbonated yogurt? Sigh...probably...

So I Googled the word thingy and was pleased to see that this site is the #8 result. I wasn't even expecting to be on page fourteen, let alone page one. Hoo-ah! This might not seem like a big deal, but in a tiny, tiny way, it's huge.

Anyone else think that we might regret writing a $250 billion check to one of the most corrupt cities in the U.S.? There had better be some serious auditing in place. And a full auditing of the audits.

I'd love it if the Hollywood elitists like Ariana Huffington and Laurie David would get off their anti-SUV crusades and realize that they consume more fuel and belch more filth into the air with one cross country junket in their private jets than an SUV can produce in a year. That would be nice.

Last year Nikki tried in vain to get me to watch LOST. I had seen the trailer. A plane crashes and the survivors are trapped on a tropical island. Oh now that hasn't been done before...And of course there are some really attractive chicks on board, a requirement of all castaway situations. And of course the hotties survive unscathed. One of them is even (very) pregnant and all she has is a little motion sickness or whatever. Yea, that could happen. So I read that book by its cover, so to speak.

I admit, I was wrong. It's an interesting show, and it has its claws in me. Those problems I mentioned, if they are problems, don't matter. The interesting thing is, inside this cliche wrapper— a plane crash and a cast of hot castaways and a beautiful island in the middle of nowhere, is a truly unique show. I'm hooked, I tell you. Hooked.

Rummaging through old photos, I found this picture of me, circa 1977. Has this ever happened to you...where you see something you haven't seen in such a long time that a flood of associated memories comes back to you all at once? Well, this photo was like Proust's madeleine for me...I remember opening Grover. I remember what it felt like to have my hand in his head. I remember what his nose tasted like (like the smell of the inside of a rubber ball). I remember getting gum stuck in his fur a few days after Christmas. I remember my mom having to cut the gum out of the fur for me. I remember that Evel Knievel motorcycle. I remember that train set near my knee there. Man, what a haul O' goods. Score...

The Hollywood myth of sinking in quicksand is just a Hollywood myth. "Research has shown that it is impossible for people to sink into quicksand much beyond the waist..." They're talking about it as if it's some new discovery of theirs. Hey guys, The MythBusters exposed this last season.