I was going to write something, but I've found myself behind a cerebral blood fog that comes from overwhelming news overload smacking into my stubborn belief that humanity should still do things that make sense. Talk about foolish. I mean, I start the day with a cup of coffee and the New York Times every workday, and I finished Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed this week. Then add in hours of television news and online alternative news sites... It's just starting to blur again. Reality outpaces comedy. I think I lost it somewhere around the Virginia Commonwealth's ban of low-riding pants, as dictated by State Assembly. Least Kim Jong-Il's hair still makes me laugh. That counts for something.