It’s not the heat. . .

Actually, yes it is. It’s the heat. And it’s the humidity. I live in a basement apartment, I have a fan running full speed, I keep the curtains drawn and the lights off, and I still break a sweat sitting behind my trusty iBook typing for you nice people.

Bloody hell.

I didn’t sleep well last night (see above diatribe on the heat) and I’ve been working on MediaScout all morning, and I just lost the post I’d written thanks to a blogger glitch.

Argh. I don’t have it in me. I’ll try again tomorrow, sorry people. But the Scout is good today, go read that.

OH! And read this. Better yet, click on the “video” link and watch, starting at about two minutes in. It’s freakin’ hilarious. Apparently the White House press corps got their balls back.

1 comment

  1. Hey Joe, want me to call Whine-one-one for ya? Maybe get you a whamulance? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. I’m SO funny. Perhaps you would like some whine with your…well…I’m not sure if you have any cheese, but IF YOU DO…how about some…ha!…whine! Get it? Whine?! It’s witty!

    No, you don’t seem to understand, I’m replacing similiar sounding words with the word “whine” because I think you’re complaining to much! Ha! It’s SO rich!! I’m the funniest guy around.

    You know you want to be like me.


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