- The votes are in: Fuck you Demitri Martin. One liners delivered by faded deadpan white dudes stopped being funny when Mitch Hedberg died. Your new show is only further screwed over by your painstakingly obnoxious commercials, essentially a condensed version of your show. Kicking cardboard boxes in karate garb is not amusing. This is what YouTube is for, your poor imitations of wannabe Seinfeld humor, and hilaaarious 'sketches'. Far more un-amusing is the fact that someone actually gave you a basic cable show and an audience of mentally retarded people. I can't decide which is worse, Carlos Mencia or you. At least Carlos isn't on Comedy Central since coming out of the not-really-Mexican closet.

- "Fired Up" was created for middle-school kids that would have gotten their parents to buy them tickets to the last "American Pie" movie if it actually came to theatres.

- I think our mounting overpopulation problem could really use some serious reflection. We can start by executing anyone who has ever ordered any sort of product directly from a television commercial within the past five years. If they have had children within that time, it's given they must be destroyed as well. You're welcome, Earth.

It just sort of dawned on me while watching some lesbian porn that some of my first sexual interactions growing up, were with females. I guess that explains something. But not the question of why I'm still attracted to men/man. Some things, however, are not meant to be pondered.

Things about Los Angeles:
- I smoke a lot.
- I poop a lot.

I don't mean to sound pathetic, because I know that I'm still adjusting. I should be listing my strengths here and all the good cool neat stuff I'm doing. But most all of me can't help but just feel that my life is better when Brian is in it. Goddamn distance. And a lack of dematerializing portals. I sound pathetic. It'll get better.

Oh yeah, rabbits rabbits rabbits!