The Day After The Day Off...

As usual on a Tuesday morning after a long weekend, I just wanted to stay in bed…But I had to get up in order to finance the slick lifestyle to which I have become accustomed…Anyway, during the week, I have the radio set to Howard Stern in the morning (92.9 fm out of Buffalo, if you’re in the area). I enjoy the majority of what is discussed on the show. I cannot think of anyone who does a better interview than Mr. Stern. Artie Lange really cracks me up too. When he’s not there, you can really notice the difference…Sometimes it’s annoying to hear Howard complain about stuff like his limo and the FCC, but overall he’s quite funny and it’s human nature to complain…even if you have millions of dollars. On today’s show, there was a brief mention of how the mesmeric Evangeline Lilly is “…dating the ‘rock star’ guy from LOST”…And they moved right on to other business. The thought of this really bothered me for most of the morning. (I’m still reeling from the news that Ben Affleck has embedded his lackluster seed into the uterine walls of the lovely and talented (despite “Elektra”, which should be considered a contractual obligation that didn’t quite pan out) Jennifer Garner). Granted the match is not as astounding as say, Rick Okasick and Paulina Porizkova ...Or When Tim Burton was with Lisa Marie then left her for for Helena Bonham Carter. (They seem more suited for each other somehow. She’s intermittently sexy, but quirky...and he’s just quirky).
Click here for some dated information regarding the “beauty and the hobbit” if you’re interested…I know that it’s their private business and that he’s probably really nice…and that I really shouldn’t care, but it just seems like an odd pairing. Best of luck to them, anyway.

I've got a lot on my mind lately, and I just didn’t need to hear this news as I trek an hour to get to a job that I have grown to abhor. As I get closer to work, the radio signal starts to get weaker…and crackly in places…This let’s me know that the fun must soon come to an end. I get it back pretty clearly in the parking garage at work and if there’s something interesting on the show I sit in the car until the absolute last second. I see people hurrying to the building and I’m just sitting there in my car, laughing...but inside I’m dreading that I have to work this job while porn stars are playing “Strap-On Baseball” on Stern.

They say a good way to ruin a hobby is to make it your job…or something to that effect…I guess even porn stars get the blues…

That’s all for today. My job’s not so bad, I guess. It could be better, but it could always be worse. At least I’m not Corey Feldman…I often wonder if it’s better to taste the good life and then lose it, or to just maintain a level mediocre insignificance for one’s whole life.

We'll see how it all goes...

Your Pal,

Zambo.