Say it isn't so!
Mood:  sad
Now Playing: Etta James singing the songs of Billie Holiday
My favorite blog, other than my own neophyte and amateurish attempt at one, is the infamous "Rance" blog at: http://captainhoof.tripod.com/blog/.

If you have never checked Rance out--look at it as you would a one day 50% off sale at Nordies and light a fire under your ass to go check it out! Apparently, much like Elvis, Rance's rage to keep blogging has left the building.

If you are unfamiliar with Rance here's the deal: Depending on what day it is, Rance claims to be a bitter A-list Hollywood star or some loser who overdoses on Access Hollywood in his grandmother's basement. Some claim he is John Cusak. My girlfriend Deb swears he is George Clooney or Matt Damon. Some say he isn't really even alive. Maybe, just maybe, he is the ghost of Elvis being channeled by that John Edwards guy of Crossing Over `fame'. Who knows. Do I want to know who he is? No. Do I care? No. I find his blog amusing, droll and insightful. Much more interesting than the vanilla blah, blah, blah I hear daily at my office. But then again, I am easily amused so I could be overrating it as I also find the monthly newsletter from tshirthell.com to be hilarious to the point of tears. I was told once that I could probably be left alone in a room with a bowl of hard candy and amuse my self for hours...true story. (But is that necessarily a bad thing I ask?)

So what does it all mean? It means that I will have nowhere to go day after day for my three minutes of titillation...I better find myself a cabana boy.