Crashed
So now Ed and his Sith counterpart (I kid, Adam, though only to a certain point….) are booking Blog Talk Radio steel cage matches. Cool. I just hope Mr. Clark knows what Mr. Lambert has gotten him into. Happily, I will actually be available to log in live to behold the carnage. Hopefully Jenn (not to be confused with my co-blogger and occasional co-host) will pick Mr. Clark up from a few lateral presses before finally putting him away.
Good thing my show is on this morning. Actually, it shouldn’t be a bad warm-up act, as I’ve had a really lousy last few days in my day job, haven’t been able to blog at all, and am more than ready to unload on the topics I’ve assembled - some of which are, ironically, borderline whimsical, and even unexpected.
With any luck, I….
….won’t get stuck in mid-morph, or have rival GOP presidential campaigns to the HS-endorsed Fred Thompson dialing numbers on my broadcast line again.
I kid, Mr. Mayor and Mr. Governor - but only to a certain point.




